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Bianca killed people. Six. So far.

She stood at the cliff’s edge, her toes curled over the rock, hair whipping in the wind. The sea crashed below as the sun set.

“Don’t do it!” her brother pleaded from behind.

“I know you found the bodies, turned me in.”

“I had no choice.”

Why couldn’t he also possess the gift? To notice evil shining from the worst of humanity? She could have trained him, fought together to kill the monsters.

But as her skin glowed in the growing darkness, her shoulders sagged.

“You did the right thing.”

Bianca breathed deeply and jumped.