Elodie's POV My consciousness was as stable as a feather to the wind. Unable to resist either the pull or the plunge, I was taken to and from a state of reality and back to that darkness I feared would be that final, fatal slip. Each time, I found silent relief to know that Grey remained nearby as

We arrived at the catacombs with a pull to my gut. If I lost her in the time I was away, there wouldn't be a single heart left beating before I claimed my own. Luckily, I caught the faint presence of it as Alden jumped to life at my return. "Did you-" "It's done." I interrupted, unable to hear th

Grey's POV I can't remember the last time I'd walked the streets of Chicago, but I can guarantee I've never done it covered in this much blood. Caked in my nails, tangled in my hair, and staining every fiber of my remaining clothing. But every breath, every step, and every moment felt empty without

"There is something that strikes me as odd..." I humored him by a turn, clasping my hands together to showcase my frustration. "You didn't know her before she came to Chicago. Yet you bought her an apartment, furnished it, and from what your financial records show, it wasn't stopping there. All th

Grey's POV This may have been my first time arrested, but it was not my first time in a cell. These bars holding me were not made of anything but steel and bolts I could easily use one kick or a clutch of my hand to bend it out of place to escape. It would be difficult to explain which was why I re