Her eyes were still closed, but the ghostly smile on her face had finally dropped. Now she lay silent and still, as though she were asleep.
"She's alive," Atticus told himself sternly. "She's still alive and she is coming back to you,"
Now that the spell was complete, Atticus was able to pull the furniture back from the barricade-like piles along the walls. For the time being, he had set Bentley's body on the couch to rest until she came back from Purgatory. But amidst the memories stirred up by recent events, he found that he simply couldn't release his hold. So in order to keep himself sane, he wrapped his arms around her and buried himself in her scent.
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'N-no. Not you. Anyone but you,'