Chapter 22
Kross
Of course.
Of f*****g course.
The moment he said it—twin sister—everything snapped together like puzzle pieces I’d been too blind to see.
Vanya. Vaughn.
Same delicate bone structure. Same goddamn eyes … only it had been muted around Vaughn, replaced with something synthetic. But today back in the alley—when she said her name, when her scent hit me, real and raw—I knew she didn’t belong to any family in Crescent City.
That meant one thing.
She wasn’t from here.
And Vaughn? The only new student mid-semester, who didn't belong to this city or pack.
She was his sister. His f*****g twin sister.
I sat up in bed, running a hand down my face, dragging my fingers through my hair with a quiet curse. f**k my life.
The one girl I’d felt something real for—something feral—
