Laura
The next three months passed by in a blur of uneventfulness. No bloodshed, very little chaos… It was almost as if the universe was telling me I’d gotten something right.
The memory of my encounter with Rook was quickly fading into the background — almost as quickly as the bruises and cuts had healed.
The Caleb and Serena incident was also becoming a distant memory, only immortalized by the jagged pink scar on my arm where Serena’s bullet had grazed me.
Shadow had taken one look at the hand-shaped bruise on my throat and agreed to uphold the truce. The guy seemed to genuinely like me for some reason, though he had kind of a creepy way of showing it… and an even creepier smile. He promised me — and Talon — that I would never see Rook again… whatever that meant.
Our house was comin
