And alive - always so vibrantly, shockingly alive. "But she - she's Antonia!" Foulmouthed and smart and strong and invulnerable. There will be no coming back from this." I barely noticed Garrett get up and slip out of view. "Her brains are all over the floor, Majesty. Tina looked up at me, eyes almost black with sympathy. He may have expected civilians - or perhaps Detective Berry - to be near you when he shot you." "But she's a werewolf!" I shook Sinclair's comforting hand off my shoulder. That particular ammunition lowers the innocent bystander rate. They ricocheted around her skull but didn't exit. "Twenty-two longs, as he said, quite perfect for the job. She knew more about guns than anyone I'd ever met. "What kind of bullets were these? Were they silver?" "They didn't have to be silver," Tina guessed as she examined Antonia's body. "Why isn't she getting up?" I asked, rushing to Tina's side. Tina was lifting one pale hand, checking for a pulse. The body lying face-down beneath that hair did not move. I first realized who it was when I saw the cascade of black waves blowing in the chill Minnesota wind - our front door was still open.
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