This made a sharp pang of pain surge up in Mia's heart. She bent down and, with her gloved hand, picked up a delicate diary that had been more than half burnt in the black ruins.
It was her younger sister's diary, the birthday gift Mia had saved up to buy for her last year.
The complicated experiences of this period finally made it impossible for Mia to stay calm at this moment. She wanted to cry. This did not mean she wasn't strong enough; it was just that fate's repeated malice had become a bit too much to bear. Yet vampires could not shed tears. The world had never treated them kindly; even the right to express sorrow had been stripped away.
