through Bryn's transparent form. She floated in front of

nds were cuffed in front of him. His perfectly styled hair was a

amily had all their assets seized by the federal gov

ge jumpsuit. She looked exhausted, her face devoid of makeup, facing life i

est. The revenge felt good, but a hollo

He hadn't appeared anywhere in the last thre

lent, invisible force grabbed Bry

middle of the Pine Grove Cemetery in Seattle. T

new, massive headstone was surrounded by

the stone. He was wearing a pristi

brooch caught the sunlight on his lapel. He l

at his face. His skin was ashen, completely drained of

out and gently traced the porcelain photo of Bryn on

ally over. The people who hurt her were rotting i

st. She waved her hands frantically, screaming a

cket. He pulled out a silver surgical scalpel.

He pressed the blade hard against the ra

attered across the pure white fabric of his tuxe

his arm, trying to press her hands against the open wound,

headstone. He didn't try to stop the bleeding. He just let his l

forward. He pressed his pale lips against the cold

lably. The truth hit her with the force of a freight

ressive, hostile eyes slowly fluttered sh

round Bryn violently warped. A sickenin

e cemetery. It swallowed Dominic's

ierced her ears. Bryn gasped fo

nted firmly on a hard linoleum floor. Her back was p

ing and slamming doors hit her eardrums. The air s

was warm. Around her right wrist was the braided l

igital clock mounted on the brick wall. The red numb

rs before she died. The gears of fate