The Whisperer crept closer to the bed I sat on. “The four years you spent at the camp’s was to prepare you for this moment.” Up close I could see how disheveled he looked, a far cry from the man he’d been just one week ago. That wasn’t all, though. Agony lived and breathed within his eyes, and it w
Nox’s P.O.V. “You need to sleep. It’s been days, Nox. You’re running on fumes, and a few hours won’t hurt anything. We won’t stop looking for her.” A migraine pulsed behind my eyes; the same one I’d been sporting for days now. I looked up from the handwritten note that sat in front of me and glowe
I sent her a quick mind-link but was met with unending silence. The kind that rang in your ears and left your head buzzing. For the first time since losing her father, she’d fallen asleep on her own. Not only that, but she wasn’t having any nightmares. I should’ve gone and checked in on her, but I d
Nox’s P.O.V. This was five days ago, and we still didn’t know what to make of it all. With each passing day, I could feel my sanity waning. Even worse, my pain was nothing in comparison to what Lilac must’ve felt. She was alone, trapped by the very person who had put those scars on her back. Night
“This is important. Please, talk to me.” Watery eyes darted to the people around us, and she lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. “It’s about Lilac.” With my mate’s name ringing in my ears, I grabbed Shayla by the arm and stormed over to where I parked against the sidewalk. With a gasp, she clamo
Nox’s P.O.V. “Shayla, honey. I told you not to go leaving the house without me. You know it’s just not safe right now.” Her voice wavered only to come to a screeching halt when she met my eyes. My magic lashed out like a coiled snake, only instead of sinking its fangs into her flesh, it sunk them
Red-hot anger surged down my spine, exploding to life so quickly that my grip over my magic shattered. The hold I had over Mrs. Whitlock vanished, stealing away the clouds in her eyes. I hadn’t even coerced her into forgetting the conversation, but I didn’t care. Was there a single person in this f
Lilac’s P.O.V. One Week Later “Do you understhand what I am asthking of you, Lilac?” Dr. Dickhead’s tongue peeked out from between his teeth, courtesy of his heavy lisp. He backed away, tapping the bottom of his cane on the tile floor. I was well acquainted with the thick piece of wood. A few of