Hector’s POVThe words were barely spoken when I started to stand up from my seat, a hot bolt of panic flushing through me as I turned and made to start towards the door.“Where are you going?” Michael called from behind me.I could hear the sound of his chair scraping over the wood-panelled floors
“Alright, answers—I can give you that,” he conceded. “The woman that took Layla is known as Madeline. Madeline Lowell.”I felt my pulse flutter in my throat at the name, and the fact that it rang no bells didn’t stop the churning in my stomach as white hot hate coursed through me. It was an emotion
Our showdown had taken place barely almost two weeks ago, and I’d left him in a bad state. Yet here he stood in front of me, only slightly bruised up in the face, with a slight limp to his movements as evidence to show that he had almost died at my hands.In another week, tops, he was going to be a
Layla’s POVThere was no better way to put it than this: I could sense it, the danger I was in.Somehow, even before I was fully awake my brain alerted me, and from that point on, as I drew closer to consciousness, the feeling grew until I knew beyond every shadow of doubt that I was essentially fuc
Oh… I was foolish and reckless, and—An odd sensation brought my self-loathing thoughts to halt, and a split second passed before I heard my name.‘Layla.’The sound of Hector’s voice flooding into my consciousness felt surreal. For a moment, I was too shocked to respond, but this lasted only short
Unless she made a habit of kissing the people around her…She hadn’t changed, I noted as I studied her while trying to keep the fear and confusion I could feel bubbling right under the surface. I wasn’t going to give her satisfaction. I was going to be the very image of calm, in fact, I swore to mys
Layla’s POVIf it wasn’t for Hector’s reassuring presence at the corner of my mind, my reaction would’ve been more drastic. I was sure of that.Still, I couldn’t help the way I stiffened at the name she’d so casually dropped.It had been years since I heard it, years since I thought of my birth moth
The name didn’t ring a bell, and I saw no point in lying. Madeline seemed to take this in stride, as she nodded before proceeding to string together the most ridiculous story U had ever heard—something about werewolves with secret abilities, secluded and apparently wiped out of collective memory.If