My skin kept flashing from hot to cold as I stared at Casteel’s brother, but I didn’t see him. I saw the man with shadows for a face. The cloaked figure. The Dark One. “Poppy.” Casteel’s concern radiated in waves as he shifted so he stood beside me. The sourness of shame crowded the back of my throat as Malik said roughly, his voice pitched low, “You remember.” That voice.
NO WAY
