THE HALF BLOOD'S CURSE
She thought about the basement where she had been locked, the chains that had bound her, the mother who had called her a monster.
"My intentions are pure," she said. "I want the truth. I want the power to protect. I want to end this."
They walked into the pool.
The water was colder than anything Elif had ever felt. It stole her breath, numbed her limbs, clawed at her skin with icy fingers. She kept walking, one step after another, the water rising to her waist, her chest, her shoulders. Niklas was beside her, his face pale with cold, his jaw clenched against the pain. The waterfall roared in front of them, millions of gallons of freezing water crashing down from the cliff above.
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