Lilac’s P.O.V. The security guard turned when the question spilled from my lips. “Who is he? Who are you taking us to see?” I wasn’t sure why I expected an answer. He didn’t pause, didn’t turn back to acknowledge us. We had no choice but to quickly follow him into the casino, through the crowds o
There were hundreds of people here, all packed so tightly together that it was impossible not to be touching someone. They danced on one another, drinking, snorting lines of powder off crystal tabletops. Lights flashed in every direction, making it all but impossible to focus on one thing. I turned
Lilac’s P.O.V. The voice was smooth yet raspy, an odd mixture of melted dark chocolate and gravel that somehow complimented one another. Each word was spoken as though it were a note in a song, in some ancient melody retold throughout the centuries. It reached out and touched my soul, stirring my
It was Nox’s turn to grab onto me, another snarl building in his chest. I hadn’t realized my eyes were traveling upwards until I found myself staring at a pair of dark wash jeans with tears along the thighs. Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, I coaxed my eyes back to the floor. “I’m just havi
“The Eye of Horus.” Jada rasped. “Yes, the eye.” Those two words were spoken with such distaste that I knew something had happened to him, something that had to do with the Eye of Horus. “They have meddled with forces that should’ve been left untouched. Opened doors that were better left…closed. Al
Lilac’s P.O.V. The whisperer wasn’t just attractive. He was stunning. His slate grey hair was the same color as the moon, falling over his forehead and past his brows as he stepped back to avoid my wild right hook. A dimple appeared on his left cheek as his full lips tipped up in a victorious smir
He scowled and I tried not to think about how the Whisperer’s classical beauty was the exact opposite of Nox’s feral allure. “Valeria trusted his information enough to send us to him. She wouldn’t have even mentioned it if she didn’t think he’d have answers.” A laugh exploded from my chest, followe
Lilac’s P.O.V. Dad stood from his chair with a grunt and stretched his arms high above his head. The bottom of his rust-colored flannel lifted, showing abs still very much intact. Jada made a sound low in her throat and I chuckled, patting my friend on the shoulder as I walked by. “You going to te