Sparing a moment to press a grateful little kiss against the wolf's head, Sabrina drops her bag, lets Salem bound inside to yowl.

Why does the grief feel closer to her here, instead of where Nick lived?

The answer comes a moment later, as Marcus pulls her into a hug, and she goes easily. Here she doesn't feel the same stinging degree of guilt, she's not trying to think about how to balance her feelings. And so the tears are immediate, loud and wracking and painful.

"He's gone," she sobs. "He's gone and I can't reach him, I can't save him, he's back in Hell--"