Half an hour after they left, I managed to pry my eyes open. The first thing I did was inspect my wrist, but the only thing there was a sliver of a scar. How odd… I didn’t feel any different. Not that I could tell, anyway. All of my troubles drifted into the background when my father appeared in
Lilac’s P.O.V. He wanted to…he wanted to—Haha! Oh, how rich. I dropped my head against the pillow and laughed, uncaring how painful it was. My ribcage ached with each breath I forced out, but the look on Nox’s face made it worth my while. “You—you want to know why I murdered that piece of shit n
“There are no secrets in death, Nox. You know this, or have you already forgotten what my magic has taught us?” I hummed, lifting my eyes from his milky skin to the harsh angles that composed his face. Even burning with hatred and the desire to kill, I could admit that Nox had grown into his looks.
I put every ounce of venom in my body into my voice, into the three words I hurled his way. “You’re too late.” Nox left moments later, and the first thing I did was make my way to the window. I yanked open the blinds and cringed at the harsh sunlight that poured through. I had slept through
Lilac’s P.O.V. My memories were the first to return, floating up through the haze that enshrouded my mind. One by one they trickled to the surface, leaving me with the knowledge that I was no longer in my hospital bed. Jeremy Whitlock’s face flashed in my mind, his twisted, thin-lipped smile bring
“That’s fine, but do I get to choose how I go out? I hope you don’t have something boring planned.” I griped, rolling my eyes. “Really, a bullet to the head or a blade to the chest is so…so plain. A death like mine should be poetic, don’t you think?” He closed the distance between us, stomping acro
Lilac’s P.O.V. He spun on his heel, clobbering up the rickety steps. The door at the top slammed behind him. Past the throbbing in my head I could hear the tell-tale click of locks snapping into place. There had to be at least five of them, which felt a bit like overkill all things considered. I w
Heavy footsteps thudded overhead, pounding so hard that a trickle of sawdust rained down over Jada. It passed through her corporeal body, forming a small pile on the floor. “I’ll do my best.” Jada’s form flickered again, and this time around when her lips moved, I was only able to hear every other