Even better, I could now feel my wolf hovering at the edges of my mind. “Where is he?” I bit out. Jada pinched her glossy lips together and frowned. “I understand you’re pissed, but if we’re going to talk about everything, I’m going to need you to take a deep breath and calm yourself. You can con
Lilac’s P.O.V. Hakeem lowered himself into the seat beside me, a plate situated on his own lap. Nox’s eyes flickered from Hakeem’s face to my own, but I was too busy stuffing a buttered roll into my mouth to care “It’s alright. Not some of your best, though.” Jada teased her brother in between bit
It was pure insanity. Ancient prophecies, secret societies. It all sounded like a bunch of people with too much time on their hands. I wanted to laugh, but the look of sheer desperation on her face gave me pause. I drew my legs in tighter, watching Jada closely. There was something I was missing.
Even though there was no magic woven within Nox’s voice, I felt compelled to look his way. He was massive in comparison to the old recliner he sat in, his broad shoulders hunched and a shadow lingering in his downcast stare. I squashed the sympathy that arose and forced myself to observe. He looked
Lilac’s P.O.V. “A peace offering.” He said, holding it out. On top was the brisket Hakeem had made, along with mashed potatoes smothered in thick gravy, topped with a buttered roll whose fragrant steam wafted my way. I didn’t hesitate to narrow my eyes at him. He was working at an angle. Why else
“I’m not judging you. I just want to understand.” Fuck, I couldn’t breathe. My body was one big knot, tightening with every breath I attempted to take. Tearing myself from his grip, I stormed over to the window and fumbled with the lock, hastily yanking it open. I sucked in breath after breath, but
I peeked out the window, my eyes peering through the glass for a fraction of a second. My heart fell to my stomach. I spun, pressing my back to the wall where I could no longer be seen. There were over a dozen of them. Men dressed in all black, their heads topped with helmets, framed with a dark vi
Nox’s P.O.V.The ringing in my ears was so painful I almost wished I had passed out. It was a shrill sound, like a drill piercing a metal slab, the metal grinding against the stone until even my gums ached. One good thing was that it drowned out the question playing in my head on repeat.Why?Lilac