Darian’s voice still rings in my head long after he’s gone quiet.
The air in the house feels stale, heavy with things unsaid. My hands tighten on the edge of the table. I could scream, but what’s the point? I’ve spent years swallowing silence, years waiting for justice to move on its own. It never does.
My gaze falls on the ring, now resting on the dresser. I pick it up, rolling it between my fingers. I close my hand around it. Darian doesn’t need to understand. I’m done hiding behind plans and promises.
I have to think about something else. I can't wallow in my emotions right now.
Then, all of a sudden, a thought comes to my mind.
Acousta.
The club. If I want the ultimate distraction, I might as well start with my investigation.
Sighing, I slip the ring on. The metal warms inst
