ZURI

Torin is dead.

Even as I said it, my eyes stayed on his body, willing it to try to move.

My hands were still shaking as I pulled the last piece of clothing into place. 

This felt too normal and somewhat wrong.

Like my body hadn’t just been through hell.

Like I hadn’t just torn someone apart.

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself, but the tremor in my fingers didn’t stop.

The pull from the bracelet pulsed faintly, like it was ...