oo quiet for a
my stepfather on one of his political calls. But tonight, it was silence that
ith Tyler's, a boy who had no business touching me. But I wanted it. Wanted him. Wa
s hands roamed beneath my oversized tee, finding
murmured into the h
with my legs wrapped around
erator was the only w
cr
fro
the hallway. Standing there, in nothing but a navy robe and holding a half-fill
s voice even, contr
very inch of my body like sweat. Tyler scra
ow
look back
-
behind me, and I sank onto the bed,
nore
I didn't hear footsteps, no yelli
r was gone. And
-
later, I sa
le
lue suit and holding a briefcase like some Wall Street intern. I watched from
study door clo
sound. Muffled voices. Low laughter. Something abo
had my tongue down his throat just nights ago. He didn't glance at the st
d shut behind him, I
I said, standing ju
om his drink. "I know everythin
to him? Why is h
sip. "Because h
in my chest. "Y
es were hard. Cold. The same ey
aid. "You're playing a g
down. "You kil
le
n't de
't conf
wly. Like a wolf pl
. Reckless. Emotional. And like her, you'll end u
-
ight,
chaos of the city whe
be in, sitting next to a woman with eyes like
she asked, her voi
, though
dra
dan
kis
didn't give answers. Her apartment was a mess of can
a moment, I forgot the world. Forgot the blood on
return
iting in
ell lik
nch. "Get ou
rom me, Skye. But remember-every secret
ed pas
-
hat followed,
e attic, through memories I had locked away.
drowned. There were
y report w
dled her case? Transf
g screame
study, I found an old photo-my mother and Tyler
tarted before
a web I couldn
was the note. Slip
on't trust the m
art s
wrot
kn
laimed. But his eyes lingered too long. His fingers brushed mine a little too intentionally. A
in the
the note wa
d to be
that-I nee
could
No. He
dn't even kno
I met
vant. Handsome in a brooding kind of way. He claimed h
almost let mys
ne night,
to my st
ghi
old f
-
n my room and screamed into m
s al
by men who
n my veins and t
asn't d
rror, tracing the
," I whispered
I
mother's
bring
it kil