LOGINAnd every single person was walking.Everyone. The men from my truck, from all the trucks, and beyond them more, spilling out of side streets and doorways, hundreds, then more than I could count, every one of them moving the same way at the same slow even pace toward the blue light, and not one of t
SofiaThe thing nobody tells you about stowing away in the back of a wolf's supply truck is that wolves do not believe in shock absorbers.I'd been folded between a crate that smelled like gun oil and a stack of canvas duffels for going on four hours, knees up under my chin, one hand knotted around
AvaI came back into my own body the way you come up from under cold water. All at once, lungs grabbing, except the water was me, and I'd been drowning in myself longer than I knew.For a second there was no up. Too much arrived at once. After the white nothing of the place with Catherine, the world
"Alexander."My name, in the low voice, gone thin at the edges now. A command. Come. Hold the vessel. Put your hands on it and hold it still.The wall in my chest told my feet to move. A year of habit told them to move. I took one step up toward the seat. My body did it the way my body did everythin
AlexanderI had spent my whole life learning to read the exact moment a thing breaks, and the goddess wearing my bride was beginning to break, and I could not turn my head to look at her.That was the cruelty of the wall she'd built in me. It let me see everything and touch nothing. I stood where sh
"Ava." I said it out loud, to a concrete wall, and it came apart in my mouth. "I've got you. I'm here. I've got you, baby. I've got you."She couldn't hear the words. She never could. But she could feel a hand close around her in the dark, the way I'd once felt hers close around me from a hundred mi
So that was his name. Frost. Fitting.The cold receded slightly, but I could still feel it. Frost was looking at Cole, or more specifically, at the gun Cole was still holding. The threat in his pale eyes was clear.Cole slowly put the gun away.Catherine moved to Susan's bed, examining her with the
CatherineThe clearing opened up ahead of us, and there it was. A cave. Just a hole in the rock face, dark and uninviting.I tilted my head and sucked my tongue. "The bitch actually stays in a cave.""You knew that," Frost said without looking at me.I turned to him. "No, I didn't. I just said it be
CatherineSeven generations. That's what my mother told me before the disease ate her mind.Seven generations of Winters women dying from the inside. Bodies turning against themselves in ways that made doctors write "idiopathic" on death certificates. Unknown cause. No treatment protocol."Your grea
ColeSome men are born to lead. Others have leadership beaten into them by circumstance. Damon? He was born for it, then spent five years making every wrong choice possible. Now I watched him on his knees in his own blood, and all I could think was: this is what happens when you're just utterly, irr







