LoganIt rained the morning we buried my mother. It felt like it was reflecting my dour mood as the onslaught of rain ceaselessly wetted the day. This downpour was the sort of cold, relentless rain that seeps into your bones and stays there. Many of the other attendees were shivering against it, cl
Then I broke entirely, pressing my palm against my mouth to try to muffle the sound.I stumbled across the room and sank onto my bed. I wanted to scream, to tear the sheets, throw the glass cups on my desk, burn everything that reminded me of him.My cure, my victory, it all now felt meaningless wit
EvelynThe cure was finally in my hands. In the small vial weighing no more than a pen, the cure to wolfsbane felt incredibly heavy.I could hardly believe it. The vial of shimmering, dark liquid rested in the center of my palm, seeming so inconsequential despite changing the course of our world.Ch
But as her lips met mine, my body remained tense and my hands stayed at my sides as one thought crested above the rest, shutting off any sense of desire.Evelyn. I forced myself to focus on her face in my mind. Evelyn’s eyes, her hair, her smile.Emma’s hand slid up my chest. “Come on,” she purred.
LoganI froze. My hand clasped around the weapon slung across my waist as I pushed myself to my feet as quietly as I could manage it. My eyes were trained forward at the dark parting between the trees where the noise had come from and where I knew she would be standing. Though my mind was sluggish
Finally, he said, low and soft, “Evelyn.”And I knew. Before I even raised my gaze to meet his, I knew what he was going to say.“I know this isn’t the best time,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but… I need to tell you something.”I straightened, trying to steel myself. “Go on,” I prompted.