Nox’s P.O.V. I was going to kill him. That’s all I could think about as I took the winding back roads at speeds that had the hairs along my arms raising. My mind was a twisted mess of rage and pain, all compiled into memories that no longer felt real. There was no way that the man who had chased
“If I have to take away your will to protect you, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.” This time I was expecting the blow of his magic. Instead of latching onto my mind, it clashed with my own. The force of our individual wills fought in the air around us. They thrashed like invisible serpents, all t
“Yes. He’s a truth-seeker.” “Just a few hours ago, his magic evolved. He interrogated Riley Crawford. Pulled the truth right from her. Even the wards Phineas had placed over her mind failed to stop him. Do you want to know what we learned?” Dad’s eyes widened as he bucked against my hold. “Is he t
Lilac’s P.O.V. “Well, this wasn’t at all what I had in mind.” I murmured, peeking out at the crowd from the safety of the backstage curtains. The billowing fabric enveloped me entirely, allowing me a clear view at all who had come today. The event was last minute, so it wasn’t as big a celebration
“Get out there you big lug! Agh, my big brother’s a Beta!” Jada’s voice echoed across the spacious ballroom. A series of chuckles rippled throughout the crowd as a shell-shocked Hakeem was shoved through the curtains. I couldn’t help it one bit. A shit-eating grin split my face in two. Only now did
Lilac’s P.O.V. “Yeah, yeah.” He grunted, blowing some silver strands of hair from his face. “You cannot tell anyone this, got it? Not your friends, and not your mate.” I was definitely going to tell Nox, but he could keep a secret. “Deal, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Now what is it?” “Zuri, your frie
Where the front of Zuri’s store looked seconds away from collapsing, the back was just a tad more put together. I assume it’s because it was furthest away from the explosion. Glass still littered the sidewalk where the windows had been blown to bits. The longer I looked at the carnage, the more I re
Lilac’s P.O.V. A sea of voices floated in the air around me. Some were louder than others, some more masculine or feminine. Within each one was a note of urgency that quickly became tangible the more I regained consciousness. I could taste it in the air, a mixture of tart antiseptic and the sourne