She was lying awkwardly on a chaise longue, Rachel’s concerned face staring down at her. Blonde strands had escaped from the younger woman’s bun and she looked more stressed out than Minerva had ever seen her. “Oh thank God,” Rachel spluttered. Minerva wetted her lips. She struggled to sit up. Sh...
She wasn’t thinking about her sister’s murder. She definitely wasn’t thinking about her love life. All that filled her mind was relief. Noire pressed through the crowd, inhaling the cool Lake Ontario air and exhaling her memories of the city. Bye for now, Toronto—can’t say I’ll miss you. For a pa...
She refused to tell him, saying only that she had a plan, but needed to go out for supplies. His black curls bounced as he nodded and smiled at her, waving goodbye. Then lowered his head back to her tablet computer, which he’d been obsessed with since their last discussion. She was tempted to dis...