~Alaya I keep glancing behind me; each time confirming that the safe with all the money is actually real.  My mind spins with options. I could take the money to Sky, but she would send me straight to the police, who would ask where it came from. The answer is, I don't know. After the party last night - which obviously did not have a memorable enough ending for me to remember it - I feel dazed and delirious.  There is no way I intentionally took this money. I even lock my doors and windows at night, so I can't imagine someone breaking in. Who would leave me millions of dollars anyway? Nothing makes sense... So, I'm going to do something terrible. I'm going to get rid of the money. I pulled the car to the side of the road, glad no one else is down here. I would be worried if they were. T

~Alaya  From what I remember, the party is significantly different from last year.  My gaze first found the feature in the centre. A giant tower of champagne glasses drenched in a constant flow of glistening golden alcohol. People stood around it, admiring the extravagance of it all. Then I drank in the sight of the people, each adorned in obsidian suits and glistening silver dresses.  I felt like an opposing force against an army of wealth. I'm dressed in gold.  People stare. Some bitter, some envious, some acquisitive. The focus of the room is suddenly on me, and I'm suddenly unsure of what to do with myself.  I look around at the rest of the

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.  "You can't speak to him right now," she says. Her voice isn't warm and welcoming, it's cold and distant. She clearly wants to be elsewhere right now, rather than dealing with me. Death is another classic example of myth no one ever really believed as kids. My father used to tell me, before he died, that when the inevitable happens

~Alaya  Asher matches my blank stare for a moment. "Sinful," I breathe, testing the name on my tongue. "Who in the world is Sinful, and why do I have to kill him?" Asher takes a moment to reply. He seems to forming a proper answer in his mind, as he looks out past the cliff edge at the lights in the distance. I'm nervous for what he is about to say. From the way Death said Sinful's name with such disdain earlier, I don't see how I, of all people, could do this. Especially since I'm only an average mortal who got resurrected from the dead. "Remember, I never wanted you to. I wasn't the one who brought you here," Asher tells me uneasily, clearly wary of my reaction. "However, I have an idea of where you could fit into our plan, and make a difference." "You called him a devil. I don't think I would make a difference at all," I tell him

~Alaya  I couldn't do anything in the wake of his gaze. I just sat there, petrified.  It was his gaze that kept me pinned, as he drags it over my entire body. This isn't the cold Alpha I've dealt with before. He has a predators unwavering attention, almost animalistic, as he comes to stand in front of me, before he kneels down. Through his vivid golden eyes, he gives nothing away that he knows me. Nothing.  I'm just a stranger. A mortal. Like him, but I'm no Alpha.  "What are we going to do with you?" He questions coyly, tilting his head to the side. It's a game. A mental game. He's messing with me, Ben and Abby. I keep to the plan, though, seeming scared - which comes naturally - innocent and intimidated. My mi