s*x in death
Her face was hidden by long, tangled hair, but she was holding a lantern that burned with a cold, blue flame.
"The Gatekeeper," Julian whispered.
The woman raised the lantern. The blue light hit me, and a wave of nausea rolled over me. Images flashed in my mind—not of wars, but of quiet, terrible moments. Julian leaning over me with a syringe. Julian looking at me through a glass partition while I cried.