Sword Buddies
“Nia.” Raphael takes a step closer, his sword drawn. He looks
confused, his dark eyebrows drawn together. A faint look of hurt
shines in his silver eyes.
He knows Things
I turn to look at the darkening sky outside, and another bolt of lightning
spears the clouds.
Hugging myself, I remember what Darius said all those months ago. I’d
suspected it for a while, and I’d
This is more than a mission
I didn’t bring any fresh clothes into the bathroom with me, so I’m
forced to step into the room in my towel. As I walk to the dresser, I can feel
his eyes upon me, though I assume an air of
The Culling Test
“Wow, demi-Fey? I’ve never seen one. What did they look like?”
“Fucking weird, pardon my language. The man had pointy ears,
obviously. Dark hair. Tattoos on his arms, eerie silver eyes like
She did it
Raphael was wrong. Although the dream is in our minds, we have no
control over it. Our fantasy of escape is just that—a fantasy. The Dream
Stalker let us think we were escaping, like a cat toying
Nightmares are Dreams too
Raphael’s fingers tighten on my waist. “We’re disoriented somehow.
Have we been drugged? All we need to do is get outside.”
“Well, we came from the left passage,” I say. “So we should probably
take