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
Before I could pull the nonexistent trigger we came to a stop. He pulled the badge attached to his coat and scanned it on this little, electronic pad. There was a hiss, then part of the wall moved. He shoved me into the small room, and wacked the back of my legs with his cane for good measure. I st
My shoulders slumped as I made up my mind. Whoever this child was, they’d clearly suffered enough. I wouldn’t be the one to end their life, which meant I was in for a world of pain. Good thing I ate pain for breakfast. I meant that literally. This place was severely lacking in the food department.
Lilac’s P.O.V. It could’ve been hours or days that passed since Phineas visited my cell. During that time I’d strangled one guard to death and tore out the throat of another. When a third came in carrying a bowl of beige mush, my arms were restrained. At some point, chains had been bolted to the f