Down deep, where she was still pissed and running and fighting to hold on, a part of her accepted that she was lost and alone and dying. She was Death. The command echoed. A raven’s wings spread. Bare tree limbs swayed. The gun in her hand fired. A scream ripped through the night. “No!” Sarah struggled to her feet, stumbled, and landed hard on the filthy floor of a rotting, vacant building she’d crawled through a broken window to get into. This was the tomb for that final sane part of her. This was where it would end. Dark and empty. Nothing…closing around her, until she could see… Until she could see her twin taking her place. The good sister drowning in filth instead of Sarah. The healer killing everything she cared about. Killing, because it was who she’d been taught to be. Why had Maddie been at the center? To laugh at Sarah, that’s why. To laugh at Death, because Maddie had always been better. But Sarah had shown her. She’d used her. Just like when they were little.
