MILLICENT
Xander killed the engine and got out, walking a few steps ahead like he’d been here a hundred times before. I followed, still staring at the water like it might vanish if I blinked.
“What is this place?” I asked finally, my voice calmer than I intended.
He glanced over his shoulder, the sunlight catching in his hair. “Well… it’s the place I let my guard down. Many times before. And some memories or feelings... I chose to drown here.”
I turned toward him. “You make it sound like like a sad tragic place but it's... ethereal.” His mouth twitched. “Maybe it is.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said after a moment. “How’d you find it?”
He looked at the lake for a long beat before answering. “I was fourteen. Just got my wolf. I’d been… angry and now that I think about it, partly suicidal. I
