Beneath the packhouse, I sleep where no one dares go—surrounded by the stink of old blood and forgotten pain. They...

They called her the golden girl—Lily, my twin, my mother’s favorite. Me? I was the mistake, the afterthought. Spare Williams....

Melissa crossed her arms, watching Everett struggle for words. **“Hey, old man,”** Merrick smirked. **“If you want to talk to...