Chapter 16

New York, 2018. I was back again... Pain. Horrible and excruciating pain ripping through my insides, tearing everything in its path. I thought my heart was being torn out of my chest. The one time I felt like that had been when Alizandra died in my arms. Right there my heart died with her, if I had one, of course. My world crumbled. Guilt and hate consumed me, and I became even more of the devil people used to call me. I had a long existence, and throughout these centuries grief had been...