Marrow

by Trisha Wolfe

This entire time, she wasn’t dead. She’s not the dead one at all. She’s been what’s sustained me here. She’s the marrow. She’s my marrow. Kyrie didn’t start as a killer—she was made. And I helped make her.

I’ve wasted so much time, Jack said. And now it feels like there’s not enough.

He’s as beautiful as sin. As lethal as a sword.