Charlotte only felt the wind roaring wildly in her ears, and the hand that had held her tightly released in the blink of an eye.
She seemed to hear a sentence, or perhaps it was a hallucination in her panic.
But none of that mattered anymore.
A stinging pain spread from her ear, and Charlotte tilted her head, seeing Vincent's pupils contract tightly.
His forehead was flushed, blood snaking down the lines of his skin, falling into his eyes full of unwillingness.
Vincent's body slowly tipped backward, and behind him and Charlotte lay the open sea.
Charlotte watched his figure disappear into it with her own eyes.
Charlotte didn't know how she felt until she was enveloped in Justin Battleson's embrace; her gaze was somewhat vacant.
Many memories slowly surfaced in her mind, overlaying her vision with a blinding red.
"Charlotte."
Justin embraced Charlotte tightly, his usually calm and collected face marked with rare horror, even struggling to control his voice.
