At the end of it, something had snapped inside of Lilac. Perhaps it was already damaged, a hairline crack you couldn’t see with the naked eye. That match was the final blow, shattering her into a million pieces. I could feel each and every one biting into my skin, whispering, screaming, and crying

Lilac’s P.O.V. Fuck, Riley Crawford sure knows how to pack a punch. Or should I say kick? I’d only had the pleasure of feeling her particular brand of magic a handful of times, but none had been as agonizing as what happened in the arena. She was creative, I’ll give her that. I still had no name f

Lilac’s P.O.V. He wanted to…he wanted to—Haha! Oh, how rich. I dropped my head against the pillow and laughed, uncaring how painful it was. My ribcage ached with each breath I forced out, but the look on Nox’s face made it worth my while. “You—you want to know why I murdered that piece of shit n

I put every ounce of venom in my body into my voice, into the three words I hurled his way. “You’re too late.” Nox left moments later, and the first thing I did was make my way to the window. I yanked open the blinds and cringed at the harsh sunlight that poured through. I had slept through

“That’s fine, but do I get to choose how I go out? I hope you don’t have something boring planned.” I griped, rolling my eyes. “Really, a bullet to the head or a blade to the chest is so…so plain. A death like mine should be poetic, don’t you think?” He closed the distance between us, stomping acro