Josh clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. The whispers around him were deafening. "Look at him—same pathetic loser as...

Survival is all she’s ever known—sleeping on discarded cushions, rising before dawn to serve those who despise her. Last night,...

Cane watched as Iris slept, her fingers still curled around his sleeve. “You should hate me,” he murmured. Her voice...