MINA SAT IN THE NEAR darkness, surrounded by lifeless dummies and unmoving pommel horses, tossing star after star into the torso of a man-shaped target. She tried to make sense of Jack turning her away. They'd faced down a gargoyle. Together they could certainly take on Lin. Unless he didn't want to. Unless he wants to be with her.
"Why do I always pick the broken ones?" The dummies and pommel horses didn't offer their opinion. She cursed as her finger slipped and the blade nicked her. Sucking at the wound, her stomach twitched, reminding her she needed to feed. It had been days and the creature in her blood gnawed at her insides. Normally she'd turn to Brett but he was still MIA.
The corner of her lip quirked up. "Brett's not broken." Then her heart sank again. He was another person she
