Nina The very idea of tunnels made me feel claustrophobic. After what Edward had done to me beneath Mountainview, I couldn’t even begin to fathom willingly going into any kind of tunnels. Ever. And yet, here I was, bravely marching into a cave in search of my friend. What could be a more noble
Nina “I knew you would come back for your little friend.” The cold, sharp points of the spears pressed against our backs felt like nothing compared to the bite of Mila’s words. God, I felt like a stupid little child in that moment. We had walked straight into a trap. A rather obvious one, at tha
“Well then,” Mila said with a self-satisfied sigh. “I suppose there’s no use in more theatrics. You two will be returned to your chambers to begin the memory extraction process, and the undead boy here…” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I think I’ll keep him, actually. After a bit of reed
Nina The first thing I felt was the sensation of soft carpet on my cheek. Then, I felt hands on me, lifting me up to a sitting position. The third thing I noticed were faces: Enzo, Luke, my mother and my brother. “Nina?” Enzo murmured. “Nina, are you okay?” I nodded stiffly, although my throat
Nina “Nina, Enzo. Please, come in.” Enzo and I exchanged a wary glance with each other before we stepped into my father’s study. He was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, leaning back in his leather chair with one leg crossed widely over the other. Hardly a moment ever passed when I was
My father’s voice trailed off at that point. He dropped his head a bit, as though the memories pained him to recount. “We shared secrets with one another,” he said. “Secrets that no one else—not even your mother, Nina—ever discovered.” “But it all went south, didn’t it?” Enzo whispered. Aldric
Nina The cool summer night air was a refreshing feeling; it was much more moderate here, where my dad’s mansion resided in the north. Nothing at all like the heat and thick humidity of the jungle where Mila had created her horrific kingdom. “I just can’t believe it,” I whispered, hanging my head
Enzo The leather punching bag felt like steel under my sore knuckles, but I kept punching. No matter how out of breath and tired I got, I couldn’t stop. Not when something so important was on the horizon. Mila. It had been almost two weeks since our escapade in the dread queen’s obsidian palac