A man who loses his temper and lashes out is a danger.

A man who plans your death for four months while kissing you goodnight is something else entirely, something for which I do not have a word that is strong enough.

Chapter 13 — Jessi Wakes

By nine that morning, Jessi’s body began to come back.

I stood beside her bed as the paralytics wore off, watching her eyelids flutter, her fingers twitch against the sheets.

“Jessi,” I said softly, leaning over the rail.