Emily never intended for Devon to go with her. And there was only one way to keep him from getting pulled down with her if it all went to hell.

Earlier that night, crouched in the bathroom with a pair of tweezers, pulling free the crusted gravel embedded in her knees, Emily realized she was doing the right thing leaving him out of it. The final piece she pulled out of her raw and bleeding skin was a small, black heart of perfect polished glass.

Sam.

Emily dialed ...