I don't hear myself screaming, but when the room finally falls quiet my throat is raw so I know I must've been shouting at the top of my lungs. The sight of Emery, my beloved Emery, on the ground on her back, blood pouring from her is more horrifying than anything else I've ever seen. Diogo lifts his eyes to mine. I expect to find that bleak nothingness that is his signature when he's about to kill. Instead I see anguish, an expression that makes me fear even more.

I launch ...