Twist
Down in Alethia, I watch the walls flicker with color. The stone is dry, cool to the touch. I’m not here to drink, and somehow it knows. I’ve spent so many hours down here over the past few years, I think the rock has come to know every one of my dark, dirty secrets. Sinking into the chair I’ve left, I c**k my head. The cavern plays me the memory I want.
Above, away from here, it’s the early summer of 2015. According to my spies, Viola has just made her way to Sebastian, thanks to Diego’s good nature and their father’s black heart. Vile and Base won’t know they’re mates, not yet. Thanks to the low levels of wolfbane I convinced the doctor to inject into their systems every six months, they won’t have a wolf until they come of age. The Alpha won’t know about Avery, won’t have that r
