Destined mate
“Good. Now we go find the doctor and come back the same way. Quiet, quick, and when the smoke’s gone everyone will think the night shift did its job.”
I let the cold night settle in my bones and felt, for the first time that morning, a small flame of hope—right and dangerous. Lucy, silent now, had done what she could. I rubbed the bruise under my palm where the poison still liked to wake and thought of Damien, of broken memories, and of how the truth would never be simple.
We moved on into the dark, three shadows heading toward a house of secrets, careful as thieves and cruel as the moon.