His one consolation had been that now he could always look after Juliet.

Holly had saved his life, but the magic had stolen the physical fitness he'd so meticulously maintained. He might have said Artemis was worth it, if the boy hadn't gotten himself killed two years later.

Twenty years had passed. All that had sustained him was the thought of keeping Juliet safe. He could handle boyfriends and bullets.

But not illness.

He never thought he'd see his baby sister die. Watching it, he felt himself die too – inside.

This time there was no fairy magic to save him.