She saw red. A hole, dark against the blue of the sweater. Tara on the floor. No. No no please no.

"By Osiris, I command you, bring her back!"

Tara. So still. Please come back. Please. Please.

Alone. Not good enough. Never good enough. Not good enough to have. Not good enough to keep. Alone again. Alone.

The wound. Gunshot. Not a demon. Human malice. Warren. Could have stopped him, but had to play by the rules. Look what that got you.

Tara. Please. Please.

He didn't care about rules. Why should she? Rules didn't matter. Rules were for fools.