Alyssa

I can't believe we're going to the clubhouse.

The Crimson Reapers' clubhouse.

The one place I've been forbidden to go my entire life, both by my father and Gray. The closer we get, the more tension builds in my chest, like a pair of headphones you can't untangle.

"I can practically hear your chewing your lip off back there. Stop it," King says firmly.

Mason is silent beside me, but I can feel his eyes on me, studying me in that quiet, intense way he ...