Their Golden Girl, My Graveyard

towards the bridge, the soun

ld and unforgiving, just like

ames, trying to win back Eth

nderstand.

dant, the one person w

failure. I nursed him, believed in him,

anchor. Now he was

a skeletal arch aga

hurned, a dark pr

me, a ti

sitate at t

eath, and I

aling my breath, dragging me d

was

zed me, yanking me bac

. Ag

e riverbank, his fac

med from his expensive clothes. "Another fake attempt? Try

ng, too weak to figh

ed, the words barely audib

he simpl

pression unreadable for a mo

ys were. If you want drama, yo

aking you to Alex. He'll know h

My b

eper than the river's

car, the leather seats co

d anger, his knuckles whi

Noah said, his voice flat. "Sophia alread

. Sophia never mis