NIXONI pressed my face into the bed, yelling into it until I was struggling for air. Fuck Declan, fuck the Vamps, fuck, fuck, fuck. I rolled over just as Onyx was ready to start destroying things, but the photo-filled ceiling stopped me in my tracks. I needed to get rid of this anger. Onyx was building an inferno inside of me because he wanted to see her.That girl I rescued was NOT Alice.I would support Linden no matter what, but I didn't always agree with how we were going about making the prophecy come true, except at that moment. At that moment, I wanted to watch every single bloodsucker burn alive.  Alice is safe in Berkton. Alice is safe. Alice is always safe. I started to repeat sentences over and over again in my head hoping to lull both of us, but all it did was make me think more about how she's also impulsive and quick to temper. No.

  ALICE I woke up listening to Nixon's heartbeat, taking in every ounce of his scent that I could, including the small part of him that must have been close to Linden. Linden's light caramel scent blended with Nixon’s sweet smokiness and I missed them both so much that every time he showed up here like this, all I wanted and all Amara could think about was going home.  It was a trap set by my heartstrings, but I knew that giving in meant living the life of an heir. We were always watched, always judged when we stepped outside of Shadow Forest and the games that the Alpha’s liked to play, I wanted no part in. Nope. No thank you. The only regret I ever have is that I’m missing time with them, with the other people who made me whole and our other siblings.  "I almost got stabbed last night for you," Nixon chuckled,

  ALICE “I’m sure you look hot as hell,” I yelled through the bathroom door, “get out here and let me see.” “I look ridiculous,” Cynthia slumped her shoulders as she tried to cover her sports bra with her hands, “could you imagine running into someone that I have to deal with regularly?” She made a half-shocked and wide-eyed face as she looked around for something to cover up with.  “You look amazing,” I winked and hurried into my room in search of a sweater, “Brock’s gonna want to forgo the gym,” I came back out grinning, “or take you into his office… but here,” I tossed it her way and she immediately slipped it on. It was a bit oversized and I’d cut the hem off a bit so it should have been crop length, but her workout leggings were high-waisted, so they met together nicely leaving no skin. 

  ALICE "I'm so sorry Cynth," I got her in the vehicle, "are you ok to get home?"  "You're not coming back?" She looked confused and then surprised, "Ohhhh," she wiggled her eyebrows.  "No. Don't you start too. I'm nothing to him."  "That wasn't how it looked hun," she glanced behind me and even though he hadn't come outside, I knew he was watching. I could feel Amara pushing towards him and being impatient with the conversation I was having because she wanted to get back to him. The only reason I was even staying behind was to drive home a threat. I refuse to let Cynthia get caught up in this.  "Look, he's bad news. His friends are bad news and if they hang out here, I know I'm not your mother, but I don't wa

  ALICE “Mr. Kavanagh,” Ted started as we drove to meet the new client, “doesn’t do interviews or photos, so you won’t see his face on a bus bench, but he’s a self-made real estate mogul who specializes in only the highest of the high-end clientele.”  “Did he say what kind of space he wanted us to look at redoing for him?” “A new purchase, the whole house I believe, but it’s for him personally. His assistant eluded that there was ‘potential’ if Mr. Kavanagh was pleased, and I mean if you could end up adjacent to his payroll and get a contract outfitting his newly acquired properties, that would be huge.” “He buys a lot for personal use? Or does he own spaces he rents out?”  “He owns rented spaces,” Ted leaned over and p