Peach’s POV
On reaching my room, I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in the pillows. The shock of what had almost happened with Michael reverberated through me like a dark, relentless wave. He had become a monster. I had known he was trouble from the moment he revealed his true nature on my sixteenth birthday, but I hadn’t realized just how dangerous he truly was. He hadn’t understood my rejection at the beach, but then, neither had I. I was so stupid, so naive, to believe him when he said he knew where Amon was. That’s how he tricked me into going with him.
I screamed into my pillow, the sound muffled by the fabric. I was grateful Amon arrived in time to protect me from that monster, but the fear lingered. What if Amon had killed him? Michael’s family would never let it go. The rep
