Continuation of Jossie's POV: Zeke was nodding off in the chair. I watched as Casimir gently helped him place his head down on the counter. I was positive Zeke would have a sore neck in the morning. Casimir took off the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and put it under Zeke's head as he rubbed his head. It was the first I've seen Casimir do anything for anyone. It was so sweet in a way. We should both hate Zeke... But here that guy was trying to make it up to us. Too bad he nodded off. Casimir didn't notice I was still awake. I had been sitting so still I didn't want him to notice. He sat at the island with Zeke as he drank a cup of coffee. He had remained quiet as he finished his cup. He'd fill it up once again. I watched him the whole time as he remained keeping a quiet pace amongst the kitchen. Only when he was coming back to his place beside Zeke did his eyes wander across the room. His eyes would glance over at me and I tensed up as he caught m

Jossie's POV:"You slept with him, didn't you? You slept with that fucking bastard!" It was my father who was screaming this time. His voice was distant and hard to hear.. But, I recognized what he was saying when I put two and two together. "I didn't sleep with him!" This was familiar. I think I heard my mother screaming just now. This was the dream... again? I was having it once more. Mother's voice brought me to my senses. I don't recall my mother screaming that though... Did she really say it? Who was she talking about? "You liar! I found your spare phone! The messages are all over the damn thing. I could read one to you right now. Where is it? Where's the spare fuck-ing phone!?" "You're bloody crazy! I don't have a spare phone!" "That's it! I'm leaving! I'm taking my fucking daughter with me!" "You can't take my children from me!" "You don't even want her!"

Continuing Jossie's POV: "I killed him... I killed him... I killed him," I whispered. I was now awake with sunlight shining into a dark bedroom. I felt drained. I felt depression slowly filtering into my head with the memories I've been blocking out for so long. My mother knows too... Doesn't she? I felt around the blankets as I peered through the shadows. I was in an unrecognizable room. I could smell the scent of Casimir being left behind. The only thing that settled my anxiety about not knowing where I was. I don't want to feel anything anymore. I want to be numb. This was too much to know. I wish I didn't know anything anymore. Being in the dark was bliss. My father wasn't who I thought he was. Somehow... My father wanted to kill his own mate. He almost did if it wasn't for me! N-Now I know that my mother tried to have me killed. Even after I saved her! Y-Yes I did kill my father. I did it to save her though! Doesn't that count for something? Of cours

Continuing Juliette's POV: My alarm blaring woke me up. My heart raced in my chest as I realized I fell asleep last night. I never got a chance to talk to Edith. I grabbed my phone and cut the sound off. I opened up the messenger app and found my cousin's name. I was going to text her... But, who knows how long it would take before she'd answer. I decided to call her. "Jules? Why are you calling this early?" "Hey, do you think its strange? About my mom? We both saw her dead in the bathroom. Don't you think it's strange?" "What are you talking about?" "Don't you remember?" "Honestly, I don't remember much from that night. We were both in a wreck. I'm sure whatever you think happened is just false memories." "Edith... We both saw my mom dead in her bathtub! Don't you remember coming to my house and looking for her? You were the one that checked her pulse!" "Not really. I to

Matthew's POV: I was cut off from the world. No way to reach the outside. Where I was would be still on the same plain of existence. I could feel myself breathing. I knew I was alive. Those rogues haven't killed me. I was gaining consciousness. Around me was hard to make out. Only because of the lack of lighting. I was irritated by one lightbulb swinging above my head. The light flickered as if it had a fault in the wiring. I was in a basement room. I could tell from the scent of earth, lack of windows, and the echoing of water dripping from somewhere. Possibly off a pipe. I was sitting in a room that smelled like rot and death. It was disgusting to consider this a torture chamber. I spotted dry blood on the floor. No specific scent from it. It was too old to make anything out of it. I don't know how I got here... It must have been from the rogues. My hands were cuffed up above my head. There above me... A sin