The Devil's Wedding Ring
* Caleb's desperate scream echoed in my ears again, louder this time, stripping away the last defenses of my hatred.
"Where is he, Daniel?" I asked, my voice cracking, a sudden, blinding panic piercing through my chest. "Where is Cillian right now?"
Daniel looked away, unable to meet my eyes. "He left before I got here, Val. He said his part in the script was finished."
"Script?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, the horror settling deep into my bones. "What script?"
"This script, Val. He's leaving," Daniel said, his eyes filled with a heavy, unreadable sorrow. "The entire life script for the past two years..."