Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

“If I’m already dead to the people I love, I might as well die for them.” It’s bleak, and it makes perfect sense to me. I think that for the first time Sam Cade really pities me now, as if I’m broken. But I’m not. I’m forged hard out of pieces, like a bar of solid steel. There’s nothing soft left. I’m too broken to be broken anymore.

Nightmares aren’t frightening once you wake up. Memories are.