Prologue
The rustle of the dead grass and the rattle of the dried leaves on the trees gives me something to focus on.
Stay awake.
Forcing my eyes open, I stare above as the clouds clear, giving the illusion the sun can replace the warmth I’m missing.
Him.
It can’t.
I suck in a jagged breath, knowing he’ll come for me though. He always does.
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