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sister. The streetlight they stood beneath shone against dark blonde hair that was short and so very familiar.
    No, couldn’t be. The man’s head fell back with a groan as Rachel laid little kisses along the column of his throat. The glow of the light now crossed his features.
    Tristan .
    The man who had held her in his arms less than an hour ago now kissed her sister. Blood stained his mouth, and she frowned. Was that her blood from earlier or fresh blood from Rachel? He nipped Rachel’s neck and she purred a husky laugh.
    Bile rose in her throat. Her nauseated stomach lurched and she feared throwing up. Tristan held Rachel against the wall, his nose nuzzling her before biting into her flesh…just as he had done with her.
    Don’t stand here, run away you silly fool. Unable to blink, or avert her gaze, hell, she couldn’t even budge.
    Through the devastating shock, she registered the sudden change in the air. When had her sister’s laughter stopped? The continuous slurping and swallowing noises he made was the only sound audible. He stepped away from the wall, and… Good gosh! Rachel sank to the ground in a motionless heap. Tristan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, brows set into a firm furrow. He shut his eyes and…faded. His body grew transparent until he disappeared altogether.
    A harsh sob erupted and broke Brianna out of her frozen state. She staggered over to the limp body. Blood, so much blood stained Rachel’s mouth, neck and over the front of her dress.
    Brianna screamed, loud and long. Breathless, it faded to an agonised cry. She fell to her knees, grazing them along the rough asphalt. Shaky fingers extended, covered in the warm, sticky blood as she checked her sister for a pulse. There was none.
    “Rachel! Rachel!” She shook Rachel’s shoulders, urging her to awaken. The coppery scent of blood was pungent and stifling. She would wake up. She had to. Rachel must be tricking her—something her sister loved doing when they were younger—and any moment now she’d sit up and shout “boo.”
    Another cry escaped her mouth, this one longer.
    Please wake up. Please shout boo. Cold—still—silence remained. Flashbacks of the past shot across her mind like a dozen spotlights. Rachel giving her a shy smile, then a big hug when she was first brought home. Rachel punching Zach Miller on the school playground when he teased Brianna for being adopted. Rachel, burning Brianna’s eyebrows with hot wax by accident the night before her big date with Matthew Fratelli.
    No, please, God. No!
    The quick click of high heels hurried toward them. Amber ran up the alley. “Bri, is that you? Oh, Gosh. Rachel!” Amber’s shaky fingers raked her hair as her wide gaze fell on the motionless body. “What happened? Is she okay? Brianna, tell me she’s okay.”
    She stared at her sister then Amber. Tears ran down her face, hot like acid, and irritating her skin. It took a few harsh swallows to be rid of the painful lump in her throat before she could speak and choke out the horrid words. “She’s dead. Rachel is dead.”

Chapter 4
    "I can’t." Amber paced barefoot in front of the small TV of their hotel room, hands raking through her hair, eyes darting along the carpet, and teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “You know it’s forbidden. I’d get in deep trouble.”
    True. The spell should not be used for vengeance. Its purpose was for those who were ill and wished for a quick demise. Many witches made an oath to follow the regulation. Well, she wasn’t a witch, and to hell with the rules.
    One week had passed since her sister's death, since that bastard, Tristan, drank Rachel dry. She expected the urge for revenge to be persistent, but not this volatile. Every muscle she owned ached, pleading to see him, begging for revenge. No longer able to ignore these urges, she’d decided to act. She’d grown up surrounded by the supernatural, aware of the creatures living amongst humans and also mindful of how