He looked into my eyes right before he tossed it into the air. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. And the world slid away as we fell into the grip of the stars. Darius Acrux was sorry? He didn’t know the meaning of the word. But after what he’d done, risking our lives by tangling us up in his family’s psychotic ritual, I planned on making him learn the definition. He was sorry? Not yet he wasn’t.