“Essiya,” he breathed, “what did you do?” It flashed through my mind in an instant. A dagger slicing across a throat that never spoke a kind word. The slowing of a heart as broken and ugly as mine. A body shoved into a hole—a grave—painstakingly dug into the frozen ground. How deep can you dig, Essiya? Brushing crushed lavender from my cuffs, I smiled. “I found you, Rory.”
