Nox’s P.O.V. I was questioning the only witness to Lilac’s crime when news of her assault on trainer Harriet reached my ears. It had come from the mouth of my father, who had the details relayed to him by Riley Crawford. Though she wasn’t required to, she had made a formal request to cancel this w
What frustrated me even further was that I had no one I could trust with my doubts. Jeremy would likely spiral into a fit of blind rage that I’d have to kick his ass to free him from, and Shayla would give me a look of pity and concern. Neither of which were helpful. There was one place I could go
Nox’s P.O.V. I crumbled the paper in my fist, imaging it as the throat of whoever the fuck broke into my house. They had gone too far with this one. Bringing my mother into it was the final nail in the coffin. She was murdered, torn limb from limb by a bunch of bloodthirsty rogues. It had taken m
My mother planted a kiss on each our foreheads before shoving us inside. I looked to her, panic clawing at my chest, for some kind of explanation. She didn’t give me one, instead turning to Lilac to cup her face. “Keep him safe for me, Lilac.” She spoke. In the throes of my growing terror, I swo
Nox’s P.O.V. That night was a ghost, a shadow that constantly loomed over my shoulder. Over time it became easy to ignore, but something had changed. It was no longer content with hovering over me, slithering into my peripheral whenever I thought it had finally disappeared for good. Now, it stood
At the end of it, something had snapped inside of Lilac. Perhaps it was already damaged, a hairline crack you couldn’t see with the naked eye. That match was the final blow, shattering her into a million pieces. I could feel each and every one biting into my skin, whispering, screaming, and crying
Funny how she gifted it to Lilac before she died. A firm hand snared the back of my shirt, yanking me into my seat. I turned my head so quickly the tendons in my neck popped. My father’s reddened face was pivoted my way, his eyes bloodshot with fury. I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit, not wh
Lilac’s P.O.V. Fuck, Riley Crawford sure knows how to pack a punch. Or should I say kick? I’d only had the pleasure of feeling her particular brand of magic a handful of times, but none had been as agonizing as what happened in the arena. She was creative, I’ll give her that. I still had no name f