Shadowed Threads (Rylee Adamson, #4)

by Shannon Mayer

He jerked away from me and the blade cut even deeper as it slid free. Blood splashed all over my hands, the warmth of it a morbid relief in this chilled weather.

the tears started up again. I couldn’t stop them, no more than I could earlier, but this time, it wasn’t the pain of loss, but the bittersweet knowledge that the rest of my life would be like this. Stolen moments of love, laughter and life fitting in the tight spots between the death, pain and loss.