Lilac’s P.O.V. Zuri vanished through a set of beaded curtains, her sandals clicking across the hardwood floors. I turned to Jada, wondering why the hell we’d come all this way for a psychic reading. “Your Aunt is a psychic? Why didn’t we come here before?” Jada sat down on the bench, her body sli

Lilac’s P.O.V. Well, that went well. Jada hadn’t been too angry with me, at least. That little vein on her forehead hadn’t made an appearance, which was as good a sign as any. With how thorough her verbal lashings were, there was no doubt in my mind she’d make an incredible mother. Hell, with al

“Something tells me you have your fingers in more than one pie. I think you know a lot more than you let on. My only problem is discerning the truth from all of the lies.” Something flashed in the depths of his smoky eyes. A hint of irritation, perhaps. “I never once lied to you, Lilac. Not once. I

“Unless the Whisperer’s abilities developed late—after he went into hiding.” I supplied with a shrug. She nodded slowly. “That would make a lot of sense.” An errant thought slithered through my head. “The Whisperer seemed pretty adamant your mothers alive. If he’s Phineas’ son, then maybe Phineas

“His memory? You’re talking about his memory as though there aren’t dozens of girls out there who are hurting because of him! How can you silence that many people and sleep at night?” I threw my hands up, fury weaving its way into my voice. “Those girls deserve justice! Lilac deserves justice, dad.