Thirty-four isn't exactly old.
But she's lived full in that time, loved more completely than most people ever manage, created a family more loyal than she could have dreamed, saved the world too many times to count.
Plus owned some truly kick-ass shoes.
Even her fingernails feel cold now. Is this how vampires feel? She'd have been carrying around a space heater 24-7.
She braces herself. In medical terms, the wound is a giant yuck, blood and guts spilling out, soaking the ground beneath her.
Death is around the corner and she hopes third time's the charm.