I’d never given much thought to my existence—though I’d had reason enough in the last few months—but even if I had, I would not have imagined it to be anything like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of Dylan, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely I saw it coming, somehow I knew that I was going to die, but I cared not for my safety. I was ready to die, die in the place of someone, someone I loved. Damien, even. That ought to count for something.
I also knew that if I’d never decided to go home, I wouldn’t be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn’t bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end, but is he worth it?
Dylan smiled in a friendly way as he shifted, stalking forward to kill me.
