Lilac’s P.O.V. Dad stood from his chair with a grunt and stretched his arms high above his head. The bottom of his rust-colored flannel lifted, showing abs still very much intact. Jada made a sound low in her throat and I chuckled, patting my friend on the shoulder as I walked by. “You going to te

Nox’s P.O.V. I shifted and walked into City Hall, smirking at the thought of the red mark on my ass. Had Lilac thrown her shoe any harder the heel would’ve broken skin. Not sure why I found her temper so addicting. Perhaps it was her hatred I wanted. After all hatred and love aren’t that far apart

I blinked at him, barely registering the throbbing vein on his forehead. I was too stunned to speak. Too hurt by the fact that the one person I knew I could trust didn’t believe me. He thought she was manipulating me. Fuck, she wouldn’t even tell me the truth! She could’ve easily spun some story to

Slowly, Hakeem set his plate on the coffee table. He ran a hand down his face, his fingers sliding down his smooth, dark skin. “Why didn’t you say anything when it was happening?” “I was just a kid. Mom was busy running her social groups and dad—you know dad’s life consists of work and order. There

Lilac’s P.O.V. There was only one possibility—I was losing my mind. Oddly enough, I was okay with that. I was already a bit unhinged as it was. I preferred that option because the alternative was even crazier. Was the Whisperer haunting me? Nope, not entertaining that thought. Nox was waiting ou