James

I’m not a stranger to fear, but as I crossed the threshold of the Livingstone family house my throat clammed up and my palms turned sweaty. It was not the Mayor or Nicholas that I feared, it was the secret that hung between their lips and what they intended to do with it.

I sighed. I’ve kept to myself all these years, careful to protect my past and all the horror of it and all it took was less than a week for Amara’s parents to gather intel on me.

That was impressive, I’ll give ...