AvaMaya went into triage mode before the yacht even started moving. She pulled me aside, hands flying over my arms, my face, my ribs, checking for injuries like she expected to find bullet wounds. “Are you concussed?” she demanded, peering into my eyes. “Did he drug you? Squeeze my hand. Say the al
MayaIf you’d asked me what I’d be doing on an evening like this, I would have said “N*****x, Gushers, maybe a little light I*******m stalking.” Not hauling ass through a gated marina, phone in hand, tracking my best friend like I was her probation officer.But here I was, already out of breath, pus
AvaThe engine’s hum was a second heartbeat, rattling up through the deck and into my shoes. I pressed myself against the far rail, arms crossed so tight it felt like I was hugging my own skeleton. I stared at the water, anywhere but at Levi. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Whether it was from lefto
AvaLevi’s yacht was moored at the furthest point of the private marina, a chrome-edged predator in a sea of lesser fish. The sun was low and harsh, slanting between the condos and casting everything in yellow bruises. Levi led me up the ramp, our fingers still laced, and for a second I thought he m
AvaThe walk to the end of the pier felt like one of those dreams where you’re moving but the world keeps stretching. Every time I glanced back at the bank, the distance looked doubled. The water on both sides was a sick, chemical green, and the only other living things around were seagulls screamin
I took a shaky breath, and everything clicked.“You’re a wolf,” I said, the words flat and unblinking. “You’re literally a werewolf.”He blinked, just once. “Yes.”The world should have turned upside down, but instead it just felt obvious, like a puzzle piece clicking into place.I almost laughed. “