“I remember being murdered. I died . . . a terrifying, violent death. I shall never forget it." Imagine the love of your many lives has reincarnated with you, but so has your killer. Emily flips a switch to see bloody bandages on his hands and a face raw with pain. Jason’s mask is off. Cold, gut fear grips her as black holes in a skull where his eyes once were burn into Emily’s brain the image of her own broken, dying body slipping off jagged rocks into water. She feels herself watching from high on a cliff, as the waves below swallow the hem of a bloody dress. At high tide, she is washed out to sea. Never to see her lover's eyes again? I’m going to die again. Only this time, Jason is going to kill me himself.