Death isn’t always the end.
My death wasn’t right.
It wasn’t fair or just. My murder was a punishment I hadn’t deserved, and killing me affected my fated mate much worse than anyone could have expected. I am allowed to continue in the land of the dead, not living but not gone, while he lives a half-life. A lonely one, empty of love. I see him. I watch him. I know he misses me every day.
I miss him too.
Enough to defy Death himself…and find a way to reunite with my mate.
His friends call him Sandman. I call him mine.