Val’s P.O.V

Halloween Wednesday was supposed to be mine. My night. My moment of escape, of fun, of wildness.

Instead, it became the night that swallowed me whole.

I sat slumped in the back of the taxi, the leather seat cold against my back. My breath fogged faintly on the window as we rolled through the sleeping streets, orange streetlamps streaking across the glass like broken halos. Beside me, Jax leaned forward, one elbow braced on his knee, his hand still clutching mine like it was the ...