My blood kept my body warm as I lay dying on the ice-cold floor of concrete, but did nothing to stop the coldness of death from seeping into my skin, flesh, and bones.
I cried out and gasped as I tried to reach out to Sierra, begging her with my eyes to help me. But all she did was smirk while she held the bloodstained knife.
I felt anger, hatred, and fear all at once. Was this it…the end? After everything, was I really going to die alone in an empty warehouse?
My mouth filled with blood and I saw my life flashing before my eyes in a blur of memories. My family, my friends, moments of happiness and moments of heartache. But as my vision began to fade, there was one person who stood out amongst all the rest.
I thought about Zale, about how our time together had not been nearly enough. I had never thought in my wildest dreams that someone like him would have ever looked at a rogue like me as an equal, as someone to be loved.
