The word tastes rancid as it leaves my mouth. I never thought of that as a possibility. “I’m sorry,” Maverick’s grip on my hand grows tighter. I hold his hand back. Paden shakes his head. “We have to figure out why Roseman is doing all of this.” &nb...
An old man stands on the screen. He’s scratching his balding head, a text book in his hands. An odd sensation, like I should know him over takes me. My cheeks are wet, reaching up I touch them. Have I been crying? Why was I crying? “Who’s that on the screen?” I ask. Roseman smirks. “No one import...
I lean against the wall by the door and take in a deep breath. I close my eyes and turn my head to the side so I don’t have to see the spot where Maverick died. I open my eyes only to look at the windows. I gasp. Maverick’s mug still sits on the windowsill where he placed it just before his death...
The crystal keeps me from changing, and the glass locket serves as the only connection I have to a life with Edgar, which now seems light years away, not mere weeks. None of this should’ve happened. They keep telling me to go on and live through tomorrow, to fight for my l...
A shiver of fright shakes my spine. I try with all of my might to recall a memory of him from my past, but nothing rises to the surface, not even a memory just out of reach. Is this guy really my brother? Why would Elex and Igraine imprison him? How long has he been in this room? &nbs...