Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathan was so young, so vibrant-how could he just give up his life so easily?

A promise?

What promise?

Something clicked in Nathalie's mind. She rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window and peered down. Nathan stood there in his white pajamas, still as a statue in the soft morning light.

He looked up and smiled at her, gentle and content, as if he had no regrets.

Tears streamed down Nathalie's cheeks. She shook her head over and over, her voice cracking. "Nathan, come back! Please, come back!"

But Nathan didn't budge.

Panicked, she tore down the stairs, chest heaving by the time she reached him. Bent over and gasping for air, she pleaded, "Nathan, your body's still warm- please, just go back! Do you know how devastated your parents would be if you left like this?"

hand and drew a circle in the air. Light spun and gathered, slowly forming a shimmering mirror. Nathalie stared as the mirror showed a little boy curled up in a cluttered storage room, blood soaking his white shorts-so much blood, it was

a twisted toy meant for some sick pleasure.

won't admit you're the Rowland family's only son? Fine. Just look at you, prettier than most girls. If I

that, the

...

shook in horror. "No..." she whimpered, her voice breaking apart.

like someone had ripped open her mind, sweeping away all the dust

rushed in from

dropped to knees, clutching her head as

She remembered.

was like rain soaking straight into her bones- impossible to shake off, impossible to

She remembered carrying that

boy home on her back. She was barely more than a child herself, just trying to save someone from the darkness. She had no idea how to take care of