Cassandra~
I wasn't just running—I was escaping.
Vereth blurred behind me like a fever dream through the cab's rain-streaked rear window. The city was a cacophony of steel and neon, a place pulsing with secrets and monsters. And I had just walked away from the only one in that city who had ever looked at me like I wasn't one.
Sebastian.
It was 11 a.m. when I made the decision. The sun was high, mocking me through the cracked blinds of his bedroom. He was sleeping—thanks to the vial I'd hidden in my bracelet, a dose potent enough to put a vampire like him out cold. He hadn't even stirred when I kissed his forehead and whispered sorry.
