r was a n

t at a feast. Drew had insisted. "We need

days of being a spir

les and warmth, but her eyes were cold. She treat

placing a serving of roasted chicken on my p

n food was poison to me now. The

mpatient. Molly was watching, her smile

disconnected from my body. I cut a small

h me. It was like swallowing fire. My whole being recoiled.

mbarrassment. "What is wrong with you? Show some resp

e sympathy. She placed a perfectly manicured hand on his arm.

lipped. I saw the triumph in her eyes. She was

d, the words tasting li

hem alone at the table. I could hear Drew' s heavy

t my own wake. And the man I had died for w

body was nothing compare