Book 17: You're Done

Aris

“Do not make an enemy out of her.”

Blake’s violet eyes hold my gaze for several seconds before flicking to the corner of the room, where Skye is busy playing with Maeve’s old dollhouse with the help of the female spirit, who seems incredibly fond of the girl. It’s no wonder. Skye is like warm sunshine on the coldest day, even if she’s strange and unreadable like her freak of a father.

Who… came when I called. Almost immediately.

“She hates me on a personal level already. I doubt that’ll change much in the negative.”

Blake tucks his hands in the pockets of his jacket, sucking his cheeks in thought. It’s strange seeing him like this–casual. Laid back. Like whatever darkness that lived within has been stripped from his soul… or, my theory, he finally accepted it and stopped it from