Living among humans and hiding our nature, we’ve learned to clean up our messes. That’s why there has never been a string of suspicious deaths, even though we kill rogues all the time.
We soon get to the vehicles, and I get in, still cradling Sadie’s form in my arms as if she were a lifeline.
I look down at her, staring at her angelic face. Her scar glares accusingly at me. Mocking me for the care I was showing her when I was the one that put that scar on her face.
Unable to look at the evidence of my cruelty towards her, I look up just as Micah gets behind the wheel and starts the car.
“Explain to me how the cops got to the scene before you did.” I demand, trying to distract myself.
I couldn’t look at Sadie’s face without feeling guilty, but I refused to let her go. She is going to s
