"Oh my God," I whispered. "He killed her?"
Trent nodded solemnly. "It's a decision he regrets."
Shivering, I looped my arm through his and rested my head on his shoulder.
He took my hand, lacing our fingers, and placed a kiss to my forehead. "One that changed so many lives," he said, then continued the story.
When Rector regained his senses, he was on his knees, hands tied behind his back. The metallic tang of blood coated his tongue, and he gagged. He forced his eyes open and immediately wished he hadn't. Beside him lay Annmarie, two puncture wounds in her neck, her lifeless eyes staring at him.
"No," he bellowed.
Sean approached, eyes blacker than the midnight sky, face contorted with his true form. Sean grabbed the back of Rector's head and forced him to look at Annmarie. "See what you made me do? You tainted her body, her heart, and her mind. She paid with her life. You did this!"