Every night they came, the memories. A river of pain surging through her body, boiling her blood, her soul aflame with the horror of what she'd done ... of what her love had done.
Zak had loved her but she'd used that love to kill him. Twisted it round just like her mother had always done so that love and pain were one and the same.
There was no 'getting over it'. Zak's ghost would be with her forever ... forever standing between her and happiness. For the next time she found love, happiness ... she'd kill again.
That couldn't be allowed.