The chamomile and honey running down my throat soothed me, and it sparked just the right energy in me to concentrate on the essay I had to write on the most influential villains in literature. I slurped up the last of the tea, catching the gooey honey on my tongue, and got...
“Noah,” I said, the moment he opened. Like so many times before, his eyes were warm and lit up as if he had a hundred things he wanted to share with me and didn’t know where to begin. He blinked them all back, as if he just remembered we hadn’t shar...
I hadn’t drifted off until Attic’s voice trailed from the parking lot at four. I checked the time. Shit. I couldn’t wait until I only needed three hours sleep a night. Scrambling out of bed, I grabbed the nearest clothing I could find in the wardrobe. Something short and b...