Reese~

I’m back there again.

The room is dark and the smell of metal fills the air.

My hands are slick with blood—my blood—and Jade is standing in front of me. His eyes are wild. He’s holding a dagger, his jaw tight, breathing uneven. I can hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“No,” I whisper, stepping back. “No, please, Jade. Don’t do this.”

He doesn’t speak.

“Please, I love you,” I say, my voice cracking. “You can’t—please—you can’t ...