the matching wedding rings their severed fingers still wore. He pulled Ingrid through the carnage, and up the stairs toward Callie’s room.

“Oh, Callie.” A cold hand twisted around Tristan’s heart at the sight that greeted him.

If only he had gotten over himself sooner… if he’d just called to make sure everything was alright…

Tristan flicked his wrist and sent Ingrid tumbling into a corner. The wall cracked under the pressure. A shower of plasterboard rained down on her. She stayed where she fell, sobbing loudly.

He turned his back on the lump of mutilated flesh that had once been his girlfriend. His girlfriend, who considered mortality a thrill, who would never accept the offer of immortality herself but had demanded it for her sister.

If he had just...

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