Elvira

I didn’t sleep the night before. The moon hung low, heavy like the thoughts pressing against my skull. Cassian was still not speaking to me, and  truthfully, I didn’t want him to.. Not until I stopped hearing Callen’s last words behind my eyelids. Not until I could forget that he—Carlton’s son—pretended to be my friend.

So I focused on something else.

The retired activist Denrik, was out of reach. I’d called, twice, pacing the length of my ...