He was half again my size, but when we embraced, I felt like I was holding him up, and it was all I could do to remain standing. He buried his face in my hair, his body shaking against me with the spasmodic rhythm of unrestrained sobs. It was almost more than I could bear gracefully.

Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.

A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.

I held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind.

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

Yeah. She wants him back and has decided I'm in her way. But I have news for that little sleep-terrorist--it's going to take more than a couple of bad dreams to scare me off, so I hope she has something bigger up her sleeve.

10:38 AM - Third period. Kaylee has no class this period. I have no one to kill. Coincidence, or fate?