T
PROLOGUE
HE CHILD HAD BEEN TRAINED WELL— NOT BY HER FAMILY, BUT by life.
When the door broke down and she ran for her mother, it wasn’t to
seek comfort, but to provide it. Come with me, she wanted to beg, but
since the words wouldn’t come out, she tugged at her sleeve. Come with me.
It’s better this way.
But the mother freed herself and didn’t spare a single glance for the girl,
who had no choice but to retreat upstairs, alone. There was a man sleeping
in the bedroom, a cruel, nasty Were who scared her nearly as much as the
people breaking in. Still, she shook him awake to warn him.
“I’m tryin’ to get some fucking rest for once,” he roared, pushing her
away. The girl ducked down before he could hit her. “If you can’t keep
quiet— ” He stopped, realizing that something was amiss. She glanced
around for a hiding spot and slipped inside the closet.
For a while, that was it. She hugged her knees and breathed through the
musty scent of old clothes. When the screams started, she began counting.
The people in the house always called her stupid, but she could go up to a
thousand, and the numbers in her head, stacked one after the other after the
other, covered the wails of pain, the snarled insults, the sounds of snapping
bones. She kept silent, even as the noises grew closer and louder.
Two hundred and five. Two hundred and six. Two hundred and—
A pool of viscous blood seeped in from under the door, and the child
could no longer control herself. Her gasp ricocheted off the walls of the
overstuffed closet before she could cover her mouth. She knew then that she
was as good as dead.
No. No, no, no.
Trembling, she bit her lip and prayed to her mother’s old god. In the
darkness, she could not make out the color of the blood. Stay calm, she told
herself, shrinking into a pile of ancient blankets. The pleas had stopped a
whole minute earlier, but there was still movement all over the house.
Maybe it was her mother. Maybe she was coming upstairs to look for her—
The closet door opened abruptly. A dark figure stared down at the girl,
its tall silhouette framed by a glowing halo from the ceiling light.
He was Death. Who Death would be if it were a person.