My hazel eyes are bleary and ringed with dark shadows, my long blonde hair pulled back in a wayward ponytail. I look like I’ve been run over by one of the giant semis that carries the tent. I feel like it too. Something’s itching in the back of my brain, but I can’t put my finger on why my instin...
There’s no other explanation for the pounding in my temples and the fact that every joint in my body feels like I’d been sent to boot camp. I roll over in bed, and try to visualize happy, healing light spreading all over me, easing away the pain. Then someone puts a hand on my forehead, and that’...
I ask. “Kingston’s still alive? How is that possible? I saw him die. I drank his fucking blood!” She dismisses it all with a wave of her hand. “Immortal doesn’t mean always alive,” she says coolly. “It simply means we cannot die. There is a distinct...