He couldn’t be dead.

Gina watched, wringing her hands as her lover laid there on the bed before her. The pack had dragged the charred bodies of the rogues out of the room, and it was just her, Annabeth, and Zaros. The half-vampire laid there, unmoving, no response whatsoever. In fact, his heart was starting to slow.

“No,” Gina said aloud, tears pouring down her cheeks. “You can’t leave me, damn it. We have too much to do. A life to be had together. I’ve gone through ...