Book Six: Chapter 180

“Are you really sure you want to do that?” Soul Mike asked from the shadows. “Once it’s gone, you will never get it back.”

She paused, the flames hovering just beneath her fingertips. “Why would I want to keep something that hurts me so bad?”

“It’s just a piece of paper, Lily. I think it scares you that she saw through the facade, to the woman underneath the monster. You’re worried that it makes you weak, that the pain you feel means that your strength is fading. A weak Lily can’t protect her family, now can she?”

“Shut up,” she whispered.

“But you’ve eaten enough therapists to know the truth. Grief and sadness don’t make you weak. You can’t sharpen a sword by only hammering one side of the blade, silly.” He came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. “So don’t burn that, at least not yet. Let Reagan’s last gift to the world survive just a little bit longer.”

She scowled, then relaxed into Mike’s arms. “I hate having you inside my head so