Diego's POV

I didn’t know why I brought up that son of a bitch. I’d buried him so deep, he ought to have stayed buried.

But then again, the nightmares had been popping up a little more frequently lately. The last time that happened, we’d only just put his coffin in the ground. Elena had turned into a hermit, locked up in her room with the blinds drawn at all hours. And it wasn’t like I could talk to just anyone about the things clawing at my mind every night when I shut my eyes.

Well, ...