Chapter 21: Unspoken

His eyes were closed. His face was absolutely peaceful, smooth of troubled dreams. Vix could have fooled herself into thinking that he was still sleeping.

But the feel of his skin was like ice. His shoulders remained perfectly motionless. Only his clothes were disturbed by the wind that knifed through the rocks, howling in Vix’s ears.

She lowered herself slowly back to her knees. Her mind was wiped blank by shock. How had this happened?

Mechanically, Vix forced herself to check Caine for any wounds, dreading what she might find. But there was nothing. Not a single sign that anything was wrong with him.

But he was still dead.

Vix had to keep from retching. It should not have been as bad as the other three times. There was no violence, no blood. He had passed away quietly, peacefully asleep.

Yet it was just as bad. Perhaps it was worse. Vix did not know what had caused it. If something had killed Caine, with him completely unaware, could not the same thing happen to her?