Nox’s P.O.V. We entered the apartment to a very angry Jada. “You might’ve been locked up for four years, but I know damn well you haven’t forgotten the rules of a sleepover. One of those rules is you don’t run off in the middle of the night! You’re lucky I’m a heavy sleeper or I would’ve dragged y
“I believe you.” I rasped, my voice hoarse as I struggled to pull myself together. “The world needs to know what happened, but my father won’t believe it without proof. He’ll claim Lilac’s just making excuses to clear her name, and in doing so will silence every little girl Silas has hurt. His dismi
Lilac’s P.O.V. Nox took up permanent residency in my thoughts for the next three days. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Unfortunately, that meant my mood was all over the damn place. There had been such regret in his eyes, such pain that part of me wanted to reach out and sm
Pushing Hakeem and the test far from my mind, I grabbed my bag and left for school. This was the first time I’d driven on my own, and while it wasn’t technically legal, Jada and Hakeem had gotten held up talking to their parents. The two of them must’ve texted me at least a dozen times warning me n
I couldn’t focus on his words even if I tried. The server made his way to my glass and leaned over my shoulder to fill it. Adrenaline seeped into my veins, spurring me into action. “Hey, you.” I whispered, capturing the man’s attention. He watched me from the corner of his eye, still pouring my wi
Lilac’s P.O.V. That night I dreamt of eyes watching me through the shadows, a cell with bars that sparkled like liquid moonlight, and of a laugh that felt both familiar but foreign. It wasn’t the Whisperer; I knew that much. Before I had the chance to identify the cold, cunning laugh, the sound of
I barely registered the pain of her retaliating above the sheer adrenaline pumping in my veins. The blood-thirsty rage was pure euphoria, drawing my attention to my hammering heartbeat and the thoughts that raced through my head. This was what it meant to be alive. Call me fucked up, but I loved it
“Why are you here?” He shrugged, “I have nothing better to do. Besides, you’re one of my whisper’s now.” I grabbed the first aid kit from beneath the sink and lowered myself onto the ledge of the tub. A few minutes later I had everything I needed sitting on the sink. The bottle of alcohol sloshed