Susan Mallery Series Novels & Stories

It wasn’t about books—it was about blending in. Avyanna arrived just past five-thirty, the skies already tinted with the soft orange glow of early evening. The tired buzz of the city outside was muted here. Inside the library, the air was cool and still, filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional footsteps on old tile floors. She spotted Ruth near the back, seated in one of the reading nooks by the tall windows. She was pretending to browse through a large hardcover, though Avyanna could tell from her stiff posture and darting eyes that she was on edge.

Those disgusting groans and cold hands that reached for me felt like razor blades on my skin. All my hopes for a better future crashed. Flashback end Mallory´s POV God, I was getting sick and tired of waking up like this! When the hell did I become this fragile lady fainting all over the place? It left me in a compromising position, not able to defend myself or even know what happened to me in the meantime. This was starting to be ridiculous! Yet again, I found myself waking up from a deep sleep, and yet again, I woke up in an unfamiliar room. However, there was a scent I recognized here; I just don’t remember who it was.