Chapter Three
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TWO HOURS LATERDigging through my purse, I sniffed and pulled out a pack of tissues so I could dab at my damp eyes.
Okay, fine. They weren’t merely damp. Pathetically streaming wet with unending puddles of tears might be a more apt description.
“I just can’t believe she’s dead,” I uttered, still dazed and horrified as the ending credits scrolled across the screen.
“I know,” a hollow voice said next to me. “I did not see that coming.” Turning, I met Gracen Lowe’s dazed stare as he shook his head and added, “I guess the series really is over, then, huh?”
A sob wracked my shoulders. “But I’m not ready for it to be over. It’s been too great. Too epic. I need more.”
He nodded, agreeing, before he hissed a curse. “I mean, what the f**k? How am I supposed to continue w
