Mag-log inBOOK 3: EPILOGUE Elaine dreamt. For the first time in a long while, her sleep wasn’t invaded by shadows or screams. There were no cold sweats, desperate gasps for air, or lingering dread clinging to her chest when she stirred. Instead, her mind conjured something so gentle and surreal it almost b
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 101 -ELAINE- I couldn't sit there for even a second longer, the tension was killing me. Steph was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, desperately trying to get another update from the police. Meanwhile, Duncan was out there, risking everything for something that I knew deep dow
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 100 -ELAINE— The school was surrounded by chaos when we arrived. Sirens screamed in the distance. Teachers were huddled near the entrance, some crying, others shouting into their phones. Parents were arriving in waves, panicked and demanding answers. Duncan didn’t wait; he leapt
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 99 -ELAINE— The banging on my door startled me out of my thoughts. I had barely managed to eat anything all day, my mind spinning endlessly since my last confrontation with Duncan. When I opened the door, Steph stormed in like a hurricane. “What the hell is wrong with Duncan?!” sh
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 98 -DUNCAN- I knew something was wrong. It was the townspeople who informed me about Elaine driving off the cliff. I had no idea, I was devastated about what happened the other night and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I mean, damn it, I know her. She’s stubborn, guarded, but
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 97 -ELAINE— The next day arrived, and I found myself still in the same position I was in the previous night. I hadn't even budged an inch. I missed the knock on the door when Steph arrived. I was completely lost in my world, and I didn't even realize the time or how long I had be
Why the hell am I thinking about this now? My thoughts have randomly wandered off to that night even when it’s not intentional. I also hate to admit that sometimes when I look at Leslie, I see the pleasure-mad part of her that has been in my bed. But I have been good and shoving down those thoughts
KIAN'S POVPASTTHREE YEARS AGO–THREE DAYS AFTER THE PARTYI stand beside my car that’s parked in front of Beverly’s apartment, fingers playing with my car keys as I wait with bated breath for her to come out. This will be the first time I’ll be seeing her since that night and if I could escape it,
“Travis, you are right on time. Join us.” She says in a welcoming tone. “Of course, I can't turn down the offer for a free meal.” I say, settling into one of the many seats in the dining room. “Wait here, I’ll go get dad.” I nod and watch her leave. She seems happier, lighter and that just makes
KIAN’S POVPASTTHREE YEARS AGO–THE SAME NIGHT OF THE DATE WITH BEVERLY“Have you talked to her?” My gaze lifts from the files I was looking through in my study and meets that of my grandfather who is standing by the open door of the study room. I’ve been so engrossed in work that I didn’t even he







