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A little Death A La Mode teaser for you . . .

I was suffocating. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, couldn’t beg for help or mercy. Paralyzed, I could almost feel my heartbeat slowing, its rhythm at odds with the panic clutching at me. I was trying to hold on, trying not to be pushed into oblivion, but then there was nothing, only darkness, and nothing to grasp. Awareness dimmed to nothing . . . until it came roaring back, accompanied by the most horrendous, heart-breaking scream I’d ever heard. She cried piteously as she pleaded not to be sent back, not to be forced to the gray place. And then there was a most exquisite pain, as though a huge scab was being ripped from a wound I didn’t know I had. I curled against the hurt, struggling to hold on when—

“Jackie! Wake up. Come on, honey. Babe, open your eyes. You’re all right. You’re here, you’re with me. You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you. Jackie, baby, look at me.”

My eyelids fluttered, and I saw Lucas leaning over me, his eyes filled with worry and anguish. It brought me back to his expression that afternoon after Delia, and for a moment, I was afraid I was there again, somehow taken away in time.

But no. I was in my own bed, back in Palm Dunes, and Lucas was with me. I let him draw me against him, the skin on his bare chest warm where my cheek rested against it. He stroked my hair and murmured words I couldn’t understand until my breathing had nearly returned to normal.

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