“That’s not the most powerful force.” Winnie tilted her head to the side. “What did you say, dear?” Khalani traced her fingers over the gold writing on the cover. A deep weight rumbled in her chest, forming a lump in her throat. All it took was the thought of them. Gone, like the wind. The most powerful force wasn’t love. “It’s death. That’s more powerful.” Death came for all and spared none. Death was more certain than life. Her assured demise hurtled toward her at full speed, faster than a bullet.
