I couldn’t move.
The hatred in her eyes made me flinch.
More cars arrived.
More guns.
“Run,” Sable growled, stepping in front of me.
Then the bullets hit.
One.
Two.
Three.
They tore into her chest.
Blood sprayed across the sand — across my face.
“No,” I whispered. “No—”
She fell.
I watched her fall.
I watched her stop moving.
Hands grabbed me from behind. A needle bit into my arm. The world tilted.
But I didn’t look away.
All I could see was her.
My sister.
My protector.
Lying broken on the beach.
Dead.
“Sable!”
Chapter 53
Seph
“Seph.”
I dragged myself toward consciousness, slow and reluctant, clawing for the thin light seeping through my eyelids.
That voice.
It hit me with its familiarity, sharp and sudden, like a bruise being pressed.
Am I still dreaming?
