Prologue

Tears burned in his eyes, blurring his vision. Though his sight was less than perfect, Henry could see clearly the blood pouring from her chest. And no matter how much pressure he put on the wound, nothing could stop the fear from seeping into Jo's eyes. She looked like a child trapped in a nightmare. But this wasn't a nightmare; this was very real, and there was nothing he could do to ease her fears.

Death was coming.