“There was only one way,” Des says. I’m already shaking my head, a wave of dread washing over me. “No,” I whisper. It’s a cure-all of sorts, and if you drink it…your soul could be mine for the taking. “I gave you lilac wine.” The normally remorseless Bargainer is beseeching me with his eyes to understand. “I couldn’t let you die.” Do the dead ever really die?
