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The crowd’s roar pierces my ears as Preston skates toward me and hits me on the shoulder. “Nice block, big man!” Kane pats me on the helmet as I cross my stick with other players’. Our crowd is going wild, cheering and banging on the boards. It’s understandable, given the way we turned the game

“You think you deserve peace after you ruined my life, you worthless piece of shit?” I gasp awake, my throat closing and my limbs shaking uncontrollably. It’s over. Mama’s face with protruding cheekbones and flashing hatred in her eyes was just a dream. And that dream is over. I shift and pain explodes all over my

My heart is about to jump out of my throat. It thumps faster, thudding against the walls of my rib cage, slipping through the bones, and cutting itself on the edges. Because holy hell. I knew Jude would come find me. He made it clear this morning after the very public display in front of

Ihad every intention of letting Violet go. Not because of Julian’s or Kane’s threats. I couldn’t give two fucks about those, and they certainly don’t influence my actions. It’s because of something deeper. Because she chose death to fucking escape me. Violet preferred to take an experimental drug that had a high percentage chance of

Dahlia Viii! Lunch together? Actually, no question mark. Lunch together. I’ll ask Kane to eat with his friends, so it’s only us. Me You don’t have to do that. I want to. See ya! As I’m about to pocket my phone while walking out of my building, it pings. Unknown number You should leave this

The place I live in is an overwhelming extravagance and bigger than anything I’ve ever stepped foot in, let alone called mine. Every inch of this penthouse screams wealth and power and is way beyond my dreams, let alone reality. The decor is a blend of beige, deep black-blue, and layered shades of blue, probably

My eyelids feel heavy. Tired. Almost as if I haven’t slept in ages. I open them with agonizing difficulty, and all I see is…white. Too much white. Clean. Sterile. The oppressive color coats the walls, the ceiling, and the sheets tangled around my legs like restraints I don’t remember getting trapped in. My breathing is

“Is she with you?” Kane’s tired voice floats from the other end of the phone. My gaze flits to Violet, who’s sleeping on the bed, her fingers twitching, and her body—that’s been sluggish for months—has been shifting, curling, like she does in her sleep. Three months, to be precise. It’s been almost three months since

Ifound Violet at the bottom of a bridge. Unconscious, but not dead. The only reason I found her was because my hacker managed to install a tracking device on her phone. She was bleeding from her head, rivulets of red trickling down her neck, and from rips all over her hoodie and jeans. Her hair

“Here.” I hand Mario a cup of coffee. “You’re working late because of me again.” He stares at me, then at the cup in my hand, frowning slightly. The night air feels heavier than usual, clinging to my skin with a disturbing eeriness. My sneakers hit the pavement as I shove the cup into his