Mag-log inThe house is still mostly empty. With bare walls, uncovered windows, and the faint scent of fresh wood and plaster in the air, but I’ve never loved a place more.Sunlight spills across the light oak floorboards, warming the space like it’s already lived in. There’s no furniture yet, just a few unpac
** Harper’s POV **Back at our apartment on the military base, I start to pack up our few belongings. It feels surreal that we will be back at the academy by evening. Although our academy apartment is so much nicer, I’m still kind of sad to say goodbye to this place. We may not have been here long,
**Harper’s POV **We pick our way back through the decaying house, and I hope I never have to step foot in a place like this again.The air is thick with the scent of mould and blood, and just ahead, I see the rectangle of light that is our freedom. The open doorway, where there’s fresh air. I’m abo
** Harper’s POV **“Your fear doesn’t justify the blood you spilled,” I say, stepping forward, voice steady even though my hands are shaking. “You tried to erase people to fix a mistake you made, but we are not your mistake.”“You don’t understand,” he says weakly.“I understand more than you think,
** Harper’s POV **“How are you alive? Didn’t you die like hundreds of years ago?” Finn asks.“I did,” Elias nods. “They executed me for my actions, and it was just. I was messing with things I never should have touched, but the damage was already done. When they found me and took all my research, i
** Harper’s POV **“Is this our location?” Deacon asks, stepping up to study the screen.“That’s where I saw him. He’s bleeding, weak, and alone. This is our chance to finish this,” I say.Finley, Luke and a few of Raff’s men than have filed in step up to study the screen. Getting a good look at the
“Are you sure you can be trusted around her, you do know her heat is starting?” Theo asks bitterly. “The timing is not great, I have you to thank for that, I suggest you stay very close,” Deacon says, sounding very much like the headmaster and not a part of our bond. “Yes, Sir,” Theo mocks, “Jose,
Chapter 84** Coner’s POV **I don't know what's worse, the nausea or the pain in my knees from dropping on the floor. My knees are important. I can't be a dancer if my knees are damaged! Although I'm not sure they would have a need for a dancer in this new world I've found myself in. I grip the spo
Chapter 92** Mason’s POV **Josie sits on my bed, her sad eyes focused on Deacon. I couldn't lie to her again, not after what we went through tonight, and what she did to save us. He planned to tell her tonight anyway. It's hard to look at her. She's caked in blood and I'm sure a lot of it is her o
Chapter 73Luke holds me tight against him whilst the nausea grips me. I focus on my breathing, waiting for it to pass.“You can't be here. Leave now, or I’m calling the police,” a startled female voice chastises.“We are supposed to be here, we are your friends, we came to help you,” Mr Collins’ sm







