My hands clenched into fists, as though I could physically beat this all-consuming pain away. “But she never made it.” I knew the ending of this tale. It had been whispered by the townspeople for as long as I could remember. There had been so much blood that the grass had been painted black for a we
Lilac’s P.O.V. His usual band of followers had dispersed, all heading to their own cars. Only one remained at his side, some guy whose name I didn’t know. I’d seen him in the parking lot when I arrived this morning. Shit! Did he see me hit Nox’s car? A neat swoop of auburn hair sat atop his head,
“Hey, I’m not complaining. I needed the outlet and I’d happily dislocate my shoulder again if it meant kicking her ass.” “She dislocated your shoulder?” His fury was amusing considering his past betrayal. That was his problem though, not mine. I rummaged through the pocket of my sweats until I fou
Lilac’s P.O.V. “Well?” Jada stared out at the street ahead, slowing the car to a crawl. She hadn’t said anything this entire time, even after I explained how my conversation with Nox had gone. We pulled off the main road and onto the shoulder, next to a string of small businesses. An antique shop
She frowned at the open sign hanging inches in front of her face, and knocked “Open up, Aunt Z! We need to talk! Don’t make me astral project in there.” There was a flash of movement on the other side of the door that gave me pause. It happened so fast I couldn’t be sure if I’d imagined it or not.
Lilac’s P.O.V. Zuri vanished through a set of beaded curtains, her sandals clicking across the hardwood floors. I turned to Jada, wondering why the hell we’d come all this way for a psychic reading. “Your Aunt is a psychic? Why didn’t we come here before?” Jada sat down on the bench, her body sli
I nearly choked. “Not accurate in the slightest.” The look Zuri gave me told me she didn’t buy into my bullshit for one second. She flipped over the third card and the words Valeria had spoken roared in my ears. “You are of the dark, a piece of the vastness that is the night sky. You are her Reape
Lilac’s P.O.V. Well, that went well. Jada hadn’t been too angry with me, at least. That little vein on her forehead hadn’t made an appearance, which was as good a sign as any. With how thorough her verbal lashings were, there was no doubt in my mind she’d make an incredible mother. Hell, with al