Dead. This is the second time he’s said it. I understood what he was saying the first time, enough to let the words make me prepare for what comes next. Believing it? Letting myself accept it? Not when my heart insists he’s lying. Because I know Ambrose. I’

It’s amazing how much things can change. One moment you’re going about your day, and the next, you’re mentally preparing yourself for murder. The funny thing—or not funny, really—is that I don’t even know who my enemy is. I just know someone or something,