Lilac’s P.O.V. Hours had passed since we left my father’s house and headed back to my apartment. We swung by the café so I could apologize for skipping out on work—not that I had any say in the matter. Unsurprisingly, I was fired. I couldn’t exactly complain though. It was my first ever job, and
Slowly, Hakeem set his plate on the coffee table. He ran a hand down his face, his fingers sliding down his smooth, dark skin. “Why didn’t you say anything when it was happening?” “I was just a kid. Mom was busy running her social groups and dad—you know dad’s life consists of work and order. There
Nox needed to know the truth, but not here—not now. I didn’t need to relive the moment. “Why are you here, Nox?” That soft, mournful light left his face as quickly as it had come. In its place was something harsh and unyielding. A glimpse of the man he’d become in my absence. “I’d like your help.
Lilac’s P.O.V. There was only one possibility—I was losing my mind. Oddly enough, I was okay with that. I was already a bit unhinged as it was. I preferred that option because the alternative was even crazier. Was the Whisperer haunting me? Nope, not entertaining that thought. Nox was waiting ou
He cocked his head, his fingers twitching as though he wanted to reach out and touch one. I’d let him, but he’d lose the finger afterwards. “You’d do it again knowing you’d get bit to hell?” I didn’t so much as blink when I replied with, “We both know I can handle pain, Nox. Let’s get on with this
Lilac’s P.O.V. Quiet, I warned him with my eyes. The sooner I could get my hands off of him the better. The footsteps grew louder, then halted. Whoever it was, they were far enough away not to hear our heavy breathing. I counted to fifty in my head, then slowly peeked around the corner. Without a
Grinding my teeth, I reluctantly turned back to Phineas Striker. The sight of him filled me with such vicious rage that my power begged to be let out. It wanted nothing more than to taste his fears—to turn them against him before I rotted him from the inside out. “They’re all very promising, I assu
Nox’s P.O.V. Reese Crawford motioned for us to get down with one of his skeletal hands, a jagged smile slashed across his bony face. His cracked lips split, the blood turning the skin ruby red. I had never been one to scare easily, but this fucker was creepy as hell. I glanced back at Striker as