Hakeem didn’t sleep a wink, not that I could blame him. He did a decent job pretending he was, though. His breathing was even. The rise and fall of his chest steady and smooth. I might’ve believed him if it weren’t for the unnatural stillness. My eyes grew heavy, but I remained awake for several ho
I wanted—it wanted me to peel his clothes from his body and lick every inch of him, every glorious muscle until his eyes fluttered open and I could see for myself how close he was to coming undone. And even when he spilled, I’d drink him—still starving for more. Then, as if this shit situation I pu
Nox’s P.O.V. I had woken up from what was one of the best dreams I’d ever had, only to realize it wasn’t a dream at all. How was that possible? I had no clue, but I knew just who to ask. Too bad she tied me to the fucking bed. “LILAC!” I didn’t give a shit who I woke up. Apart from the Elders,
I stifled my surprise. I’d known she was fast, but it was different up close. Again, I went for her. I feigned left, only to dash to the right. Throwing a punch at the last second, I dampened the amount of strength I put into it, aiming for her abdomen. It would’ve been enough to knock the air from
Coercion wasn’t an ability she possessed, yet my body didn’t care. My legs buckled all the same. Nothing could stop the ground from reaching up with rocky hands. Hands that dug into my flesh as they pulled me down, down, down. I wasn’t going alone though. No, I wouldn’t let her know how easily she
Lilac’s P.O.V. Five hours later, surrounded by the chaos that was Las Vegas Boulevard, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the insufferable meathead glued to my side. Nox hadn’t taken so much as a step away from me since we exited the cab. I’d threatened him no less than five times, but I was beg
A large hand pressed down on my shoulder, its warmth slicing through the ankle length jacket I had wrapped tightly around me. The sudden onslaught of sparks had me whirling around, only to freeze in place. Nox’s eyes were wide, glinting with a sort of desperation that made my mouth go dry. The flas
Jada pulled the crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. “Next we have to find a man who carries the stars on his flesh. What does that even mean?” “It’s talking about a tattoo.” We all turned to look at Hakeem, only to find his attention elsewhere. Through the frosted glass doors, now open to all