Sloane:
Rain is cheesy. I've always believed that and the moment we landed in Mexico, I knew the rain was going to pour down on us at any minute, and here it is. There are six of us against one monster but he's standing there as if he had already won. The smile on his face as he looks back at me makes me sick. The rough dark emotion inside of him is stirring up the darkness I had made peace with.
Looking at him now, I swear I might as well be staring at Carter. He's a very tall man. Dark hair, brilliant green eyes, fair skin. This man is slightly older-looking than Carter. I'd go as far as saying that the two are related. A brother. His Father. Uncle, maybe?
"You look like you've seen a ghost, Sloane Vanderbilt," his accent is heavy. "I can see the questions forming in your
