LOGINBarrett had no idea why, nor could he make sense of any of it.He’d gone ahead and made the impulsive decision to try and call Elena. He wanted to offer his concern and condolences. But she never answered a single one of his calls.But that didn’t stop him in the slightest. He kept trying until, sho
Third PersonTwo weeks. That was all the time Elena had to formulate a workable plan and begin executing the process of developing either a treatment or a system to flush out the toxins that were affecting these hybrid children.She ended up working day and sometimes straight through the night, whic
Killian handed Gabriel off to me as soon as I got back into the passenger seat. I gently ran my hands through my son’s hair.“Tell me about this theory you have,” Killian said.“Aside from all sharing the same symptoms, these children have nothing in common. Their ages are different. They come from
ElenaI couldn’t breathe. I could barely find the words to form a proper sentence. My mind went blank the moment that Isabella said there was something wrong with Gabriel.Thankfully, Killian still had his wits to him. He pressed his foot on the breaks and leaned over to speak into the phone.“Isabe
“What do you mean? Is she okay? What happened?!”“Human hunters,” Dorian said. Killian flung himself off the medical table and grabbed for his shirt.“Was she hurt?” There was no stopping the growing rage behind his voice. “Damnit, Dorian! Tell me!”“One of the bullets grazed her arm, and she’s curr
KillianFor days, Killian had been struggling to regain control over himself. It felt like a losing battle. No matter how many treatments Alicia would administer, nothing seemed to fully ease the ache that had blossomed in his chest.Yes, he was far more short-tempered than he was used to. However,
ElenaThe room had gone quiet in that specific hospital way. A monitor beeping somewhere down the corridor. And a fluorescent hum above us.I heard my own voice ask the question before my brain caught up."Is he your husband?"Sophia's hand was still flat against her stomach. She looked at me, then
Elena"You need to stop the ovulation shots."Dr. Marin said it the way she always said hard things. Flat. Clinical. No room to argue.I sat cross-legged on the exam table in my hospital scrubs, wedding ring on a chain tucked under my collar where it always lived. I smiled at her anyway. I was the d
ElenaI drove to Ironbound headquarters.Staff looked up as I walked across the lobby.I had never been to Ironbound HQ. Not once in three years. Barrett and I had met in hotel penthouses and private dining rooms and the back of his car. I had gone to the council gala as Dr. Halloran, his personal
ElenaBarrett took a long breath.Then: "Of course not. Of course I believe you."The words came with the right speed, with the right warmth, and six months ago they would have worked on me.Today they landed flat.The five seconds of silence before he spoke had already answered for him.He turned o







