“Why?” It was the only word I could manage. The simple question repeated on an endless loop inside my head. Why would he be taken from me after I’d finally let him back in? Why would this happen? Why hadn’t my visions shown me this would happen so I could have protected him? “I’m so sorry, Ash. I’m so sorry,” Casek murmured close to my ear. Why was he sorry? This wasn’t his fault. It was the Gorda. I was certain of that. I’d seen the product of his vile depravity before. I knew the look of one of his victims. But this wasn’t one of his normal strikes. This was personal. Intentional. He’d killed my father as a message. Why else switch from his normal female targets? Why else attack out in the open during the evening hours? There wasn’t even a remote chance this had been a coincidence. My fa
