He looks at me expectantly, but his face falls with regret as I walk into his arms and bury my face in his neck, wrapping my arms under his to clasp his shoulders. It is the same every time I return from being with Aloysius. Bastien holds me, not having to say a word. His ...
“Are you sure about this?” She asks, turning her face from the blustery winds. “No, but it’s too late to back out now.” Nicolae huddles down into the upturned collar of his coat. His hair flaps in the wind, lashing against his face, and his lips are chapped. Sadie feels bad that she’s thriving...
The woods are illuminated by the flames, both directly behind us and further into the distance. I remain by Cable’s side, his arm around my shoulder, allowing me to assist him. The pack on my back is heavy, filled with hammers, chisels, a small ax and a pretty wicked looking mallet, but it is no...
His polo feels sticky along his lower back and under his arms, but he knows it has nothing to do with the heat. He is nervous. That has never happened before. Women are something he can usually handle with ease. He is practiced, suave when he wants to be, but with Ashlyn, it’s completely differen...
“Home sweet home,” Malachi grins, helping her back against the wall. “I feel terrible.” She clutches her stomach as cramps roll through her intestines. She feels sated for now, but there is something wrong. She’s not healing. “The poison is spreading. It’s my fault. I tried to get back soone...
I know I fumbled through my cover up though. I can tell Eamon’s not buying it, nor is Aminah, and Zahra looks irritated that I’m getting so much attention. I wish she’d just head back to the kitchen to finish prepping lunch. Toren clenches and unclenches his fists at his sides. When he finall...
Gabriel shouted, shoving his way through the applauding crowd. The camera flashes were blinding. He shielded his eyes in time to see Roseline dash down the stadium stairs, leaving a bewildered Sadie and William behind. “Rose, stop!” “Gabriel,” a shrill cry rang out as arms wrapp...
she whispers. She marches forward, her high heel boots clacking against the uneven pavement. She says nothing about the person lurking in the shadows, but she does not need to. Nicolae has noticed. Roseline caught the scent three blocks back, not long after disembarking from the Hummer. It c...
My name is Roan Sterling. I am seventeen years old. I am not infected. These are the thoughts that run through my head as I shuffle forward one place in line with my backpack slung over my shoulder and a scowl etched deep...