The resignation had settled over him in place of the grief over his own death, leaving him to tip his head at the other man with the expression clear on his face that Emma's shaky description of how and the suspicions she had had that had never been substantiated had been nothing of a surprise to him. "David," he began, reproach underlying his tone. "We both know how."

As agonizing as it had been to be faced with the apparent inevitability of his death, the hopelessness as a future with Red died with Emma's words, it felt then as if there had ever only been one way his story would end. "I've seen how she kills - I suppose I should feel lucky she crushed my heart to dust as she always promised she would if I disobeyed her, rather than have died burning like my brother."