Her eyes flew open. Her real eyes. They were barely green still. She took a ragged breath, then whispered, “Please . . .” Her breath cut off.

“HUNTER! HANDS!”

“GRAB HER HANDS, DAD!” Tegan shouted. “NOW!”

There was a flash of rainbow, then warmth covered my hands. I lifted mine and covered Hunter’s hands with my own. Golden light billowed into the air around me. It covered Devon’s body in the beat of a second. Her body stopped shaking. Her breaths evened. She was still weak, too weak.

“Hunter . . .” she whispered, her lips cracked and bleeding.

“SAGE!” Tegan screamed. “SAGE, GET HERE NOW!”

I moved Hunter’s hands higher up to cover Devon’s soulmate glyph. The red glow radiating between us made my stomach turn. Devon squeezed her eyes shut. I cursed and pushed my magic into her. “NO! Stay with me. We’re coming, Devon. We’re coming! Just hold on.”

She tried to speak but nothing came out.

“You’re so strong. I see it. I see it. You’ve got to hold on a little longer. We’re coming. Just save your strength.” I looked around as if there were an answer sitting in front of me.

Devon cringed. “Tegan⁠—”

“Tegan’s coming. I promise. I promise. Just hang on,” I whispered through the hot lump in my throat.

“Frankie, let go. Let go so we can go to her⁠—”

“No,” I interrupted her. “If I let go, she won’t be here.”

“Frankie—”

“Let me go, Tegan.” I licked my lips as realization hit me. “Like in Seelie. Let me go. My body will come here.”

“Frankie—”

“NOW, TEGAN! LET ME GO!”

“We’re coming,” she all but growled.

Rainbow magic flashed around me and then it was just me, Devon, and Savannah. Devon’s eyes widened as I sank onto her. The cold dirt stung my skin through my jeans. The air pulsed around me. Fingers dragged through my hair and down my spine. Something gripped my body like it was trying to move me. Then I heard talking just like before, except the voices weren’t soft, they were strong and almost screaming. They were feminine and high. The voices sang but not in words, just this range of notes that seemed to move around me and tickle one ear at a time.

Devon coughed. “You’re here but she’s not,” she whispered.

I grimaced. “I don’t know how either. But I’ve got you, so you just hang on.”

“Frankie,” Everest called to me.

My heart pounded. That was Everest’s voice, but he wasn’t here. I knew that. I’d learned it last time. Yet my body didn’t get that memo, as my heart did weird flips in my chest. Every nerve in my body was begging me to run to him.

“Frankie, over here.”

My head snapped in that direction, but I squeezed my eyes shut. “You’re not Everest,” I whispered.

“Frankie, come here.”