I sat for a while, my head empty of any discernible thoughts. After a while, Kristopher's blood stopped flowing and began to cool on the dirty floor before me. It felt like hours before I took my next breath, before I blinked again.

When I heard shuffling behind me, I didn't move.

"Harlow?" It was Olly's voice and it brought me out of my trance. I turned to face him.

"He's dead," I whispered hoarsely.

He managed a smile and ...