WARNING: If you have not read Cursed Days, there are spoilers at the very beginning of Cornerstone.
Prologue
He was once again sliding back down that slippery
slope of despair into a deep, depressive abyss. The place he once ran to for
tranquility no longer provided comfort. He spent his days alone and his nights
wandering the streets.
The nightmares that once plagued his life, the
nightmares he thought were in his past, once again tore a path through his
subconscious mind. It was terrifying enough when his dreams brought visions of
his own torture, but now, the visions and images were different. More vivid,
more personal, more terrifying. The tortured was now Chloe. His nightmares were
made worse by the images of blood: so much blood, pools of blood, on her, on
him . . . everywhere.
When he did manage to fall asleep, Brent woke up in
a pool of sweat and vomit, fearful that the wetness he felt was blood. Chloe’s
blood.
Agony was making him less of a man and more of a
weapon of mass destruction.
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