HannahNoah held his jacket out to me, the warmth of the soft fabric all too inviting against the coldness of the room. “Here,” he said softly. “To cover yourself.”I blinked owlishly at him for several long moments, my mind and my heart warring against each other. On one hand, it was so, so relievi
NoahThe night before…Noah’s hands trembled as he stared at the photo strip, his eyes wide with disbelief. The images before him told a story he couldn’t remember living, and yet every fiber of his being recognized them as true. There he was, years younger, his arm draped casually around Hannah’s s
“No! No, I want Hannah! Get off of me!”Too many hands had held him down. Too many… “Scott, let me go! You’re my brother! How could you let this happen?!”“I’m sorry, Noah. But it’s for the best…”“Nooo!”“Shh…” Zoe had crouched, silver knife glinting in the light. She had cut the seashell necklace
HannahI sat on the hard, cold bench in my cell, my mind spinning like a whirlwind. Hours had passed since Noah’s revelation, and yet his words still echoed in my ears on repeat.Could it really be true? Had Zoe truly orchestrated such an elaborate deception?My fingers closed around the small objec
I paused for a moment, considering whether to respond. In the end, I decided he wasn’t worth my breath and continued walking.The sunlight was blinding as I stepped outside, and I had to shield my eyes. My heart was pounding with anticipation. Would Noah be waiting for me? Despite everything, I coul
NoahNoah stood still as a statue while Zoe straightened his bowtie, her fingers working with practiced efficiency. The silk of the tie felt cool against his neck, a stark contrast to the warmth of Zoe’s minty breath as she leaned in close.“There,” she finally said, stepping back to admire her hand
The star-crossed lovers were finally having their happy ending.So why did it feel so wrong?Noah arrived at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest. The chapel was beautifully decorated just as Zoe wanted, white flowers and gauzy fabrics adorning every surface. Guests filled the pews, their exci
HannahI hadn’t even bothered to change or make myself look presentable. The thin fabric of my robe still revealed my bare body, my hair was wild and unkempt, and I likely smelled like a vagrant after my stint in Darkmoon’s prison.But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was getting to Noah