Saoirse
All my choices are sins dressed up in wolf’s clothing.
I went home after everything after Chloe’s blood, Cain’s eyes, the tension that clung to my skin like sweat, and I didn’t speak to either of them. Not Cain. Not Cyrus. I just climbed the stairs like a ghost, shut the door, and collapsed onto my bed, my thoughts chewing me alive.
Still... I chose to believe Cain.
Even though something inside me begged me not to.
My phone buzzed against the mattress, the screen lighting up in my dark room.
Rhaziel.
“I need your help.”
My heart skipped. Of course it’s about Chloe. That girl’s name is always attached to blood and secrets.
Another text slid in.
“Same spot. Where I picked you up last time.”
I stared at the message until the words blurred, then sat up, grabbing my jacket wi
