A horrible scream tore her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Nothing would ever be good again—nothing would ever be right. A great chasm was opening within her, one she knew would never close. Tem stared at her palms, unadorned by constellations of pigment. Her freckles were gone. The blood bond that had tied Caspen’s life to hers was broken. Her basilisk side was dead.
