Pierce’s eyes were wide. He clearly thought yelling at Jenks wasn’t the best way to convince him to live, but I wasn’t going to let Jenks fall into the poor-me syndrome and die.

“You saw me suffer after Kisten died,” I said, and his dust-wet, red-rimmed eyes went wide. “You yourself told me I was going to be okay and that I’d love someone again. I lost my dad when I was ten. I watched him die like you watched Matalina. I held his hand and promised him I’d be okay. My mother told me it was going to be all right, and one day it was. Don’t sit there and tell me that because you’ve got wings and cry sparkles your pain is more than mine. It hurts. It hurts like hell. And it’s going to be okay! Don’t you dare give up because it’s hard,” I said, vision swimming. “Don’t you dare, Jenks.”

Tears falling, I turned away. “I need you too much,” I added, shaking Pierce’s hand off my shoulder. Damn it, I hadn’t wanted to cry in front of him—in front of either of them.

“I’m sorry,” I said miserably. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am about Matalina. You were beautiful together.” I was still staring at the wall, seeing it swim. Taking a deep breath, I wiped my eyes. “Matalina is gone, but you’re not. She wanted you to live, and I need you. It’s selfish, but I do. You’ve done too much to give up and not see how it ends. You said last year that you were angry because you were going to die and Ivy and I were going to continue on.” I turned, and the grief in his eyes made a flash of guilt rise in me. “Life’s a bitch, Jenks. But if you don’t live out what’s given to you, what’s the point?”

“I didn’t know it was going to hurt this much,” Jenks said, eyes going almost panicked. “She told me to live, but there’s no reason to. She was why I did everything!”

He was only eighteen. How could I help him find a way to understand?

Pierce’s voice eased into the moss-smelling air as if it belonged, shocking me. “Living on is not betraying her,” he said, standing alone by the empty fireplace at the far end of the room.

“It is!” Jenks stood, catching his balance with a hum of wings. “How can I feel anything when she is not here with me? She said to live, but why? It doesn’t mean anything!”

With the patience of hard-won wisdom, Pierce raised his eyes. “It will.”

“How do you know?” Jenks said bitterly. “You’ve never done anything, dead in the ground for a hundred years.”