~ Adeline ~

I stare at the scarred man, my brow furrowed in confusion. Who is he? His face is that of a stranger-tall and broad-shouldered, that jagged scar slicing from his temple down to his jaw like some sort of lightning bolt in frozen time. His eyes, gleaming dark with something predatory, fix on me-a weighty stare that crawls across my skin.

"Welcome home," he drawls, tone low and slathered in malice. "I've been waiting for you, Addy."

Addy, he repeats, the nickname hitting like a ...