Mag-log inI blinked hard and forced myself upright.My ears rang and I raised the rifle again with shaking fingers, trying to ignore the sting, trying to focus through the dull pulse spreading behind my eye.I fired.The shot went wide, farther from the target and my father let out a short, sharp breath throu
Kai.I rode home on my motorcycle after practice. Coach had forced us to do drills after classes.The road curved the way it always had, the wind cutting against my cheeks, the engine’s low growl grounding me more than it probably should have. When I slowed at the gate and rolled into the drive, the
Aria.Monday had come anyway and it didn’t care that I hadn’t slept nor did it care that my chest still felt bruised from the inside. I stayed in bed.The afternoon sun glowed into my room, like it was trying to brighten my mood. I lay on my side, facing the closet, knees pulled up to my chest, my b
Kai.Calling.My chest locked.“I can explain,” I whispered.Her eyes lifted slowly to mine.“Can you?”I crossed the room on shaking legs and gently reached for the phone. She pulled it back.“Don’t,” she said.Her voice was not loud.It hurt more because of that.“Why is he calling you, Aria?”“I…
Aria.I sat cross legged on the thin rug in the Silverwood common room, my back pressed against the couch, the glow of the massive wall screen washing over everyone’s faces.Ravencrest versus West Oak.The title bar flashed across the top of the broadcast in bold silver letters.The room wasn't pack
I exhaled slowly and ran my hand through my hair.I couldn’t lie to her. “Yes,” I said. “It has ended.”Her eyes flickered, calculating.“I have not released any formal statement,” I added. “Neither has my family, nor hers. I would appreciate it if this remained private for now.”She nodded immediat







