But to run, the physical act. My feet stomping into the dirt. My breathing hard and fast in my ears. The rain whipping my face. My Pureblood crew races through the equipment yard, dropping the last few remaining human members of the MC. Machine gun fire blazes behind us. The cartel’s caught up t...
The window behind me and the mirror over Aaron’s dresser shatter into razor-sharp fragments. The shards lift into the air, caught in the power of my scream and whirl around the room to slice into the creature that was once Al Kusch. He staggers backward, the mouths in his flesh screaming with me...
Taunting. Calling my name. Shiori, death says. Hold my hand. Let me lead you. Anik and I walk side by side through scratching tree branches. We stumble over rotting logs and through thick bush. Anik is not death. I’m not sure what he is to me now, but I know he’s not that. I hope, if he wasn’t b...