reath catching in his throat. I was terrified, but relief
ring at the watch on my wrist, a gift from my fiancé, Graha
snarled. She was his p
ther die on the grass, calling him a "bastard.
alpel in her hand, she whispered, "After I'm done,
destroyed my ability to ever have children, ensuring I cou
my brother, my face, my futu
iny scar by my eye. The man I loved vanished, replaced by something cold and merciless. He look
pte
tevenso
grin, and he thought chasing it was the greatest adventure in the world. I told him to be careful, the way I always did, the words a constant, loving hum b
he sc
I was on my feet before my mind even caught up, Graham's heavy, custom-engraved watch bumping against my w
ace already starting to puff up, turning a blotchy, alarming r
a spike of pure ice through my heart. Anaphylaxis. The doctor had warned us after
e screen as I dialed 911. The dispatcher's voice was a calm drone i
jumped out. A man I barely registered, and a woman. She was tall, with sharp features and blonde hair pulled back so tightly
er voice clipped and professi
air out of my face. "He's severely allergic.
alm." She started to open her medical bag, her movements efficient and sure. For a sing
asn't on Joel anymore. It w
om him on our one-year anniversary. His initials were engraved on t
tch to my face. The professional mask she wore cracked,
u that watch
tared at her. Joel was gasping for air beside her, his skin
, confused. "Please, my
ed, the words slow, delib
ce rising with panic. "Please, y
, and she stared at me, really stared at me, for the first time. The recogni
thed, and the name sounded
cked the medical bag shut. The sound
she snarled, her voic
ried, my mi
e, hard. I stumbled backwards, tripping over a root and la
houette against the bright sun. "Gr
ve college girlfriend Graham had mentioned once, the one who couldn't let g
bling to my knees, my voice
." She kicked me again, this time in the ribs, knock
e spat. Her eyes dropped to Joel, who was now terrifyingly still. "And what's this?
eryone said so. The same dark hair, the same s
uffled against the grass. "Please, Janna
ng a single drop of medicine on his ba
. "He's gone into cardiac arrest. Time
way up my throat. She was leaving hi
t. I had to call Graham. He had to stop this. The scre
red, the curse a
She turned around slowly, a cruel smile pl
he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back,
g to marry. We're getting married next spring." She thrust her left hand in my face. A simple,
ead, my mother's locket, tucked under my shirt, swun
mile vanished, replaced by a ma
ice dropping to a terrifying