" My vision and lungs were clearing, yet my head and my heart still suffered, ’cause I knew I was running out of time to reach my girl. Urgency clawed at me, till I thought I’d go mad.

Did she remember that it’d always be Evie and Jack? That even death—or Death—couldn’t keep us apart? Would she remember how perfect it’d been between us?

With her, I’d known true peace for the first time in my life. Hadn’t she?

As coo-yôn and I covered miles, I’d craved that cellphone—with its pictures of Evie—and her taped recording. When I’d been separated from her before, I’d used her voice like a drug. Now I was a junkie needing a fix, but my pack had been stolen early on. Gone forever.

Matthew had sourced another one for me—up was down—but it was empty. Fitting. ’Cause I was starting over with nothing.

From behind the wheel, coo-yôn said, “You need her.”

“Tell me something I doan know.”

He frowned, taking me literally. “You don’t know the future. I see far. I see an unbroken line that stretches through eternity—and back on itself.”

“Uh-huh.” Just hold on, peekôn, I’m coming. "

― Kresley Cole , Arcana Rising (The Arcana Chronicles, #4)