Okay,” Brayden says. “I’m yours.” Starlight reflects in Brayden’s eyes and, unbeknownst to either of them, part of Jenner’s heart is given away forever.

But Jaye knew empty things were never truly empty. They were merely filled with the dark. And the dark moved.

Good god, Jaye was so angry. Dixon.

Once light is shed on a truth, you can never pull it back into the safety of shadow.

Heart-rending anxiousness flickers in the quirk of Brayden’s lips, the set of his eyebrows, the tenderness hurting more than the violence.

All of the grace with which he moved and lived, all of his elegance and composure would fall away like the thinnest, gossamer-like film, to reveal the manic beast within.

Here, in the barren hell of Zus, there was nothing but the wind, and the wind talked.

Dixon never forgot it, how young Jaye Larson looked, whispering his horrors as the breath fogged from his soft lips.

'And that kiss was fuckin' hot, by the way. I can tell what you see in each other, just, you know, speaking as someone else who digs penis.'

Heart-rending anxiousness flickers in the quirk of Brayden's lips, the set of his eyebrows, the tenderness hurting more than the violence.