My head swiveled his way like it had been planted atop a metal pole. Acid filled my mouth, but I held it at bay when the corner of his lips twitched. The asshole was trying to bait me! Was it because he didn’t want me staying with Hakeem? I wasn’t sure. Jada clasped her hands together in a very pre
Nox’s P.O.V.Sleeping in the same room as Lilac Einar wasn’t just hard. It was damn near impossible. All night I listened to her breathe. She’d quickly begin to snore, only the sound would jolt her awake. The first time I had almost laughed. That was until I realized why her body reacted that way.
And I was not going to be one of those guys who pined over a girl they could never have. Yes we are, a voice sang in my head. It could’ve been my wolf, or that fucking bond. I wasn’t sure, but it changed nothing. We pulled into the winding courtyard of Silverstone Prep, accompanied by a throng of
Nox’s P.O.V.I could practically see the smoke pouring from Lilac’s ears. It filled the massive office, only to evaporate when Valeria sighed and said, “She was a close friend. One I’ll miss dearly for as long as I’m on this wretched earth.” “You were friends with my mother?” “Oh, yes. I was one o
“More dangerous than Lilac?” Jada swallowed.Valeria’s voice dropped into a tone I’d heard only once or twice before. “You need to proceed with extreme caution. Think through your options carefully. Once you make the decision to meet with him, he’ll know you’re coming.” Hakeem puffed out his chest.
Lilac’s P.O.V. A quick internet search and we figured out the coordinates were to the busiest street in all of Las Vegas. While we made the drive to one of the Order member’s houses, I used Jada’s phone to call my father. It was a crappy flip phone we picked up from a gas station. Easy to crush an
I had the pleasure of meeting my father’s parents a handful of times as a child, mostly after my sister’s death. As for my mother’s parents, their story was cut short. My mother’s father had died young, hunted for the same ability he’d passed down to his daughter, and granddaughter. If only he knew
Lilac’s P.O.V. What followed was two suits, both meant for men with broad shoulders and limbs chorded with muscle. The jacket Hakeem pulled out clearly matched the obsidian and silver ensemble I assumed was meant for me. Before I could inspect either one of the dresses, my attention was drawn to a