Claire lay in Bex's arms, limp. “He's dying,” she whispered, a single tear falling from the corner of her eye, down her temple, into her ear. Her eyes were nearly vacant, fixed on the ceiling.

“No,” Bex said. He closed his eyes. “Don't take her,” he said softly. “Please don't take her, too.”

A sob escaped my throat, and I buried my face in Jared's chest. “They can't do this to us,” I said. I pushed away from him, then, raising my fists to the ceiling in a rage. “You can't do this to us! We are the good guys, and this is what we get? How dare you! How! Dare! You!”

“Nina,” Jared said.

“It's not fair!” I screamed.

Jared enveloped me in his arms and kissed my hair. His fingers pressed into my skin, and I suddenly felt guilty, knowing Jared was suffering the agony of losing his baby sister, and then feeling my sorrow as well.

“I'm sorry,” I said, holding him tightly. I took a breath, and focused on numbing all of my emotions.

“Don't do that,” Jared said, sensing my efforts. “You don't have to do that,” he whispered.

“I don't want you to hurt anymore than you already are,” I said, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“Claire?” Bex said in a strange tone.

I closed my eyes, terrified to peek out from Jared's arms to see Claire's lifeless body. There was still so much I didn't know about Hybrids and the curse. Jared had prayed for Gabriel to take him quickly; maybe Samuel had taken mercy on her, and couldn't bear to see her suffer.

“Nina,” Jared said, nudging me. “Look.”

Claire sat straight up, looking herself over, and then to the doorway. She didn't speak, she just waited. Finally, a nurse walked in, slightly confused by the spectacle on the floor.

“Er...we just stabilized Ryan. We had to remove his spleen to stop the bleeding, but he's a fighter. I'll come back when we know more.”

I looked up to the ceiling, stunned. “Um...I'm sorry. Th-Thank you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, a black figure appeared next to me. I jumped and recoiled, grabbing at Jared until I realized who it was.

“Samuel,” Jared breathed.

I frowned, and Samuel smiled in response. “You are unhappy with me, young Grey.”

“You haven't been much help,” I said, too angry to hold back.

He smiled, his white teeth a stark contrast to his rich, dark skin. “It appears to me that the situation is under control,” he said, making his way to Claire. He leaned down, touching the top of her head with his massive hand. “Ryan will be fine, I'm told.”

Claire smiled, another tear falling from her eye. “Thank you, Sam.”