Kiana
Razor's Edge was still standing. It had survived the pack’s hatred of me. Would it survive Claudine and the darkness? I unlocked the door and let myself in. It was clean and pristine. So unlike how Razor's Edge should be. I longed for it to be filled with people again. To be pouring drinks and joking with the customers.
Not that I had many memories of joking with customers, but not everyone who came through here knew who I was. Someone told them soon enough, but for a few minutes I could pretend that I had a real job. A real place in a pack.
I didn’t need to feel that now. I had a place. I was Troy’s mate. His equal. “His partner in everything,” I muttered sardonically to myself. Rolling my eyes, I climbed the steps to my old apartment.
The last time that I was here, Troy had hel
