When Caleb and I had a moment alone gathering empty dishes on the table, I lowered my voice and asked, “What happened to you? Where did you go when we got separated?” He gave me one quick glance, then looked away. “Nowhere.” I stopped, holding a bowl full of salad dregs. Caleb’s tone was light, b...
He left the door open, one hand on top of it, and looked at us, his face like granite. His eyes on me made me realize just how disheveled Lazar and I both looked. Lazar was bruised and rumpled, the scratches from my claws on his shoulder now oozing blood.  ...