I stared at the blood covered photograph for a long time after everyone else went to sleep. Or at least pretended to.
Nobody in Devil’s Hollow really slept anymore. Not properly. Not after Cash or the bounty or after the threats.
The photograph sat on Knox’s desk while my younger self smiled back at me from a life that felt like it belonged to someone else.
A mansion while wearing expecting clothes and a fake.
Two parents pretending everything was normal and blood smeared across all of it. A message? A warning? A promise?
I hated how badly it got inside my head and Knox found me sitting there sometime after midnight and he didn’t say anything at first.
He just walked over and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him automatically.
“Tired?” He asked quietly and I l
