Semblance (The Midnight Society #1)

Prologue

Now.

“You’ve got some fight in you girl,” he laughed, his vulture eyes narrowing on me as if I were a heap of bloody meat. “I’ll tell you what, because I enjoy a woman with brass, I’ll let you choose your own poison. What will it be sweetheart? A hollow-point bullet exploding through your little, broken heart or a thirty-two story plunge onto cold, hard cement below?”

I was standing at the edge of the world, my back against the abyss that threatened to swallow me whole. The chill of the early spring wind bit into my heels, sending shivers up my spine. I stared into the barrel of the rifle and resolved to myself that I was going to die. Despite being terrified, I still had enough spite coursing through my veins to curse at the bastard holding the gun, the same bastard that murdered a man I cared deeply for.

“You motherfucker,” I cried.

He smiled as he allowed my profanity to bounce off him like old rubber bands.

I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath. I felt like cussing out the universe for having it end this way, but let’s be honest; every single decision I had made over the past month paved the yellow brick road that eventually led me to this not-so-wonderful land of loss and pain.

Aria Valencia, you na?ve girl, you’ve made too many mistakes. If I could change the past, I would have done a dozen things differently. The only question was where to start my story?