[Denali’s POV] My heart jumps at Rosco’s words. I knew what he was talking about, but to hear it spoken aloud still left me with a feeling of unease. However, to hear him speak about his past and his family made me truly feel like he trusted me. “I’m here, though.” I point out, leaning down and ki
[Denali’s POV] The next morning, I lay with Rosco, basking in the feel of his sturdy body against mine. Sighing, I attempt to snuggle in closer, but stop as a growl of warning escapes him. “Careful, mi reina.” He warns, giving me a smirk. “If you push too much, I may not be able to control myself.
[Rosco’s POV] I stand outside watching as my father helps my mother to a car that is waiting for them. When they reach it, my mother looks back at me and gives a wave. “I’ll have Jose come here sometime within the next few days.” Jose. He could only be the uncle my mother was speaking of. I could
[Elise’s POV] I watch as Marty snuggles Denali against him. As he does so, I can see the jealousy raging in Rosco’s eyes, but the big lug doesn’t say a word. I guess he was capable of being rational when it came to being a leader. “Come find us when you finish.” Marty says now, beginning to move.
[Elise’s POV] I stare down into Serenity’s face as she greedily sucks the bottle that I offer her while wishing that I could be so easily appeased. If only I were still a child who was oblivious to the viciousness and darkness of the world. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to live day to fucking day with
“Sure,” Marty chuckles, like he actually has a choice in the matter. “But where exactly are we going?” Remaining silent, I continue to move, making my way toward the stairs that lead to the bottom floor of the building, where the kitchen is located. Only when we reach our destination do I give Mart
[Elise’s POV] I keep my gaze fixed on Marty as he stares at me. It’s clear from his expression that he is being serious with his words, but how could we possibly be the same? I was a criminal with a lot of bad deeds under my belt that most likely guaranteed that there was no place for me when I die
[Elise’s POV] Phantoms swirl around, their eyes glowing red. Their clawed fingers reach out and attempt to grab me while their words echo in the air. “Freak.” “Monster.” “Demon.” “Bad Omen.” They echo again and again, tearing at my heart and causing pain to shoot through me. These were the wo