Preface
Claire stood over their bodies, glancing over their perfect features. This was the last time she was ever going to see their faces, and yet, she found no remorse or even a twinge of sadness. She knew that she should-any being should regret killing, but she couldn't bring herself to feel any type of guilt. There was just nothing left to feel.
They had been her family. She had traveled hundreds of years with them, grown bonds, and shared everything with them. Now they were all dead. Claire had warned them about the mistakes they were about to make, that they were no match for her power. They still didn't believe and in the end she had betrayed them all.
And Claire had loved one of them with all her soul. She leaned down next to him, pushing his blonde hair from his eyes. She rested her hand on his cheek, wanting to feel some sort of sorrow for his death, but there was nothing in her heart to feel. Claire had loved this man. He had made her laugh, he gave her comfort, made her life have meaning, and now he was dead. They all were dead. And she had killed them all-her family, her soul mate, the people she once cared about, but she didn't feel the guilt that should have been crushing her heart.
In fact, she was happy they all were dead.
