Fabrice knows he isn't going to sleep. He feels the shock of tonight in his bones, an emptiness that still resonates like electricity as he tries to bury himself in the blankets of his bed. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees hers, cold, dark, and full of the evil that killed those he loved.

"I'm sorry," he tells her. He doesn't know what else to say. Guilt that he's ruined her life makes his breathes as unsteady as the trembling still running through his body.