I’ve already swung the knife down.
Already jammed it straight into my gut.
The act scored by the sound of Cade screaming—Coyote yelping as though I struck him.
My vision blurred by a great spray of blood.
My blood. Cade’s blood. It’s one and the same.
Watching as my brother—my twin—the one I entered the world with, crumples to the ground, as I collapse right beside him.
They say when you die your whole life flashes before you—but all I can see are visions of Daire.
Daire laughing.
Smiling.
Daire lying beside me—cheeks flushed, looking at me with a gaze filled with love.
My fingers curl around the small golden key, as my eyes slide shut, determined to take the images with me.
Cade and I exiting same as we entered—together, yet alone.