Celine always gave me a sense of security. In nearly thirty years of my life, she was the only person I could truly rely on.
In my memories, my mother had always been timid. With her, I felt more like a husband than a daughter.
After hanging up, I casually placed my phone on the nightstand, right on top of that black business card.
Adrian Jones.
I only glanced at it once before pulling the blanket over myself.
Maybe I had been too exhausted lately.
Sleep came slowly, then heavily.
That afternoon, I drove Celine’s car toward Nightfall.
The moment I gripped the steering wheel and stepped on the gas, inertia pushed my body back against the seat.
With the pass Celine had given me, entering Nightfall Pack’s main city was easy.
Celine had also given me the contact information of an off
