Niol tasted the ashes of rage on his tongue and knew that his control was razor thin. Holly could have been killed. If the assholes had attacked while he hadn’t been around— I knew she’d be dangerous to me. Fuck me, I knew. He couldn’t afford this kind of weakness. Not now. Not ever. A slim black casket, gleaming in the afternoon light. Nina had been inside. Her laughter gone, her spirit stolen. Niol swallowed. Gil ian. His half sister. He hadn’t even known about her, not until just a few months before her death. Seemed his mother had started a whole new life after she’d ditched his ass. But, Gillian had come looking for him. Wanted him. Then he’d found her that cold dawn… In her red dress. The dress I’d bought for her. Blood soaking the dress and pooling all around her slender body. He hadn’t been able to keep her safe, either. All his so-called power and two women he’d cared for were dead. His gaze locked on Holly. Not three. Not fucking three. “You’ll destroy everything, every damn body!
