Malik’s POV

The very foundation of Blackthorn was built on secrets, it has always been like this, it was something about this place that just knew just when to break you with information you didn’t request for. The old stone held whispers, absorbed grief on days it needed and then when you least wanted them, they just crept back to you.

More than ever, I wish the walls had kept quiet, I wish they had protected me , instead it betrayed me, totally threw me under the bus.

I didn’t mean ...