Violet’s P.O.V.Dad stared Hael down for several seconds, grunting when he didn’t balk. “I’ll need a day or two to get my affairs in order and to gather a team of men. I hope you understand my need for added safety considering your father has hunted me relentlessly for many years.”“Any men you bring will be treated as honored guests.”Silence ensued, the seconds ticking away in the stagnant air. Dad cleared his throat, a sudden softness filling his eyes. “I look forward to meeting the man that’s stolen my daughter’s heart. Let’s hope you are worthy of it.”While I had the chance, I asked my Dad what he knew about that night. The night everything had gone to hell. I still had no inkling as to where the twins were or if they’d died in that house. The moment the words slid past my lips; I regretted them.Shadows fell over Dad’s face in a heavy shroud.“I’ll never forget that night for as long as I live. I’d been waiting for your Mom to call me for our monthly check in, but she never did
Violet’s P.O.V.What Holden had done those weeks ago was a mistake. I knew that, but I wasn’t going to make excuses for his behavior. He could’ve controlled himself, but he chose not to. I didn’t owe him forgiveness or even a drop of my time. I didn’t owe him anything.My confidence wavered slightly as we pulled up to the three-story colonial house. Olive’s flashy sports car sat out front, soaking up the afternoon sun.I quickly texted Olive letting her know I was here and settled into the seat as I waited. The minutes ticked by without a response or glimpse of Olive through the massive arched windows.This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten absorbed into her schoolwork. In fact, it was a common occurrence with her. As time continued to pass, I began thinking about what a coward I must look like avoiding Holden like the plague.Steeling my nerves, I pocketed my phone and told the driver I’d be hitching a ride with Olive.My fist didn’t so much as tremble as I knocked on the front door
Violet’s P.O.V.Slowly, he turned. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw. It was like a mask had been lifted, and though nothing about his face had changed, I now saw the truth written across his features, shimmering in the oceanic pools of his eyes.Holden was Noah.Carefully he asked, “How do you know that name?”The betrayal was a punch to the gut. Even breathless and heaving I knew that there was no way out. He stood in the foyer, blocking me from racing to the front door. The walls began to shrink, closing in on me.His lips twitched.I was trapped and he knew it. My hands began to shake. “It’s you. It’s always been you. I don’t…I don’t understand. How is this happening?”I needed to distract him so I could run. There was no way I could stay here, not when he was just as bad as his sister. If I could get my phone out, I could send Hael a message.I held out the photograph in my hand, the one taken of us when we were children. His head fell into a tilt as he homed in on it.
Violet’s P.O.V.Three things happened simultaneously.I was beginning to shift when Noah swung, and as his hand smashed into my cheek, I was thrown backwards. Four feet hit the ground instead of two, and while every instinct in my body roared at me to tear his throat out, I didn’t.Now that his identity was revealed, Hael would hunt him to the ends of the earth. All that mattered was that I get out of here, as far away from him as possible.Since Noah was blocking the only doorway, I had one other choice for escape.The muscles in my large body coiled as I pounced. Pushing off the desk and Mr. Cartier’s corpse, I sailed through the massive window in an explosion of fur and blood-stained glass. My paws hit the ground and I took off, veering towards the forest that stood to the left of the house.Noah’s furious screams followed me the entire way.I dashed around the army of trees, narrowly avoiding their trucks as fear increased my speed tenfold. Startled shouts rang out as I broke thro
Violet’s P.O.V.Delaney—I mean Alice, raised her eyebrows. Her lips tipped up in joyful surprise.“Naughty, naughty Violet. Why didn’t you tell us you got your memories back?” she sang, “So, how’d you do it?”A layer of ice encased my beating heart. It smothered the fear, the unending terror that I was likely on my way to meeting Dominic and left me only with the sharp sting of betrayal. Was there anyone I could trust? Delaney had been my friend, one of the first people at Darkling to actually show me kindness.…and it had all been a lie.“Why the fuck would I tell you that?” I snarled coldly.All of the people I’d met since moving here flashed through my head. I knew I could trust Hael. He’d proven that more than once, and I felt the rightness of it deep in my soul, but what about everyone else? What about Olive, or Sylvia?Even Beta Macon and Carmen, Sylvia’s assistant, had their own ulterior motives.Maybe Hael truly was the only one I could trust. Alice whistled. “Oh, touchy. I w
Violet’s P.O.V.“Hands behind your back, sis.” She cooed. Her voice turned sharp when I refused to cooperate. “I could always remove your hands. Dad would forgive me eventually.”I clasped my hands behind my back.The wire was so tight that it immediately cut into my wrists, sending a million needle-like pricks into my flesh. It instantly silenced the voice of my wolf, pushing her presence down beneath a mountain of pain.When she backed away I snarled, “What, no gag?”Alice tapped the knife against her chin, thinking for a moment. She snapped her fingers, her heart-shaped face lighting up. “Scream and I’ll slit Olive’s throat. How’s that for incentive?”The slow thud of my best friend’s heart rang in my ears, and I knew that Alice wasn’t bluffing. There was something else weighing on my mind, a question that I didn’t hesitate to ask.“Did her Mom even fall down the stairs or was that just another piece in your game?”Alice spun around slowly, halfway to the kitchen. That knife of her
Hael's P.O.V.“Talk about trying to find a needle in a haystack.” I muttered past the consistent throbbing in my head.An hour had passed of me helping Cole sort through a mountain of footage. There was now a drum circle taking up residency in my skull, each beat pulsing behind my eyelids and across my temples. Fuck, I didn’t know how he’d been doing it for so long.Scratch that. I knew exactly how Cole had managed to survive the week staring at a tiny television screen. The mountain of empty coffee cups, cans of caffeinated soda, and half eaten boxes of cereal, which he only requested to get under Violet’s skin, surrounded us. It was like a trash bomb had gone off, sparing only the center of the room.I gave him as much time as I could manage before leaving to meet up with Marcel. We sat in the living room of my mother’s estate, which I’d chosen over my father’s considering I still couldn’t stand the place.A stack of files lay sprawled out on the coffee table. One for each and every
Hael’s P.O.V.Mykelle pressed forward, her jaw set. “I’m coming with you, and don’t try and fight me on this. I owe her a life debt.”Just as I was about to agree with her, the front door clicked shut. It was a soft sound, quiet as it slithered down the hall. I tilted my head, “Did you leave the front door open?”“I was in such a rush I didn’t think to close it.”Marcel narrowed his eyes at the doorway. “Someone is here.”There was nothing we could do but watch as Holden—Holden fucking Cartier—sauntered into the living room. The sight of him had my hackles raising. I couldn’t stand the prick on a good day, but this feeling was different. It wasn’t loathing, but unease.Something was off about him, and it wasn’t the blood soaked t-shirt he had on or the rifle halfway concealed behind his back.His eyes swept the room nearly a dozen times, twitching as they flicked over the three of us. I took in the barrel of his gun and instantly recognized the style. A twinge of fear settled in my st