Kate wasn’t used to crying. Even as a child, she had never liked to cry. Too many people did when something bad happened, and it never helped anything. Tears didn’t chase demons away. Tears didn’t bring back dead people. Tears did nothing more than blur someone’s vision, leaving them weak and empty.
Kate wasn’t crying now, but she did feel as weak and empty as though she had.
She leaned back against the wall and let herself slide down until she was sitting on the floor. On the other side of the bedroom, in the corner, curled into a ball as though by making himself small enough he’d disappear, was a man Kate loved. A man she had lost months ago, gone to the demons dimension after falling through a breach.
A man who had been returned to them in a wooden box – a coffin. A man who was now human when he had been vampire, and whom she could barely recognize.
A man who was terrified of her and didn’t dare look at her.
She wanted to help him more than anything else in the world, but she didn’t know what to do. She had tried talking to him, but he went into hysterics if she got too close. When she had tried touching him, he had jerked back so violently his head had hit the wall and left a trace of blood there.
She had sent a message to Marc, but she didn’t know where he was exactly, or how long he would need to come back. He had to come back, though. Who else could help Blake but his Sire? Who would know how to put back together the jagged pieces of this broken man who had been Blake – and heal Kate’s heart at the same time?