DAY 246 A.F.
FOOTHILLS OF THE SMOKY MOUNTAINS
This is what I truly am. . . .
Jackson stumbled back from me, making the sign of the cross. Just as I once predicted.
With that one gesture, he has broken my heart utterly.
—And yet I could not be prouder, Empress— seductive Death whispered in my mind.
I heard him so clearly; he must be close. I had nothing left to lose, no reason to live in fear of him. Watch your six,...