"She's an undead parasite forced on my beloved against her will, and her first taste of freedom was spent torturing Valdis and everyone Valdis loves." Erin's voice is low and hard, full of pain, and that pain echoes, rhymes with existing trauma. Memories of killing imposters with her friends' faces and the terror of getting it wrong, battles in dreams with creatures that can only steal forms, paranoid hallucinations...

"'Tia' needs a grave, and nothing better. But I'd settle for a new set of bones to call her own, if it meant Valdis could be free of her."