“Who said anything about love?” Cora gasps, sounding even more shocked and alarmed than before. “Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.” Roger murmurs, and I can practically picture him brushing Cora’s hair back from her face. “Or maybe not.” He adds in a low purr, seeming amused by some reaction or ex
Ella After dinner with Cora, I visit the Palace library, searching for any excuse to avoid Sinclair as I continue to work through my feelings. My sister’s troubles with Roger offered some distraction, but I’m not sure a distraction is what I needed. My anger and frustration with my mate hasn’t less
As if trying to prove just how hormonal I am in this moment, my brain veers away from irritation, moving to regret and guilt from the knowledge Sinclair is displeased with my behavior. Is there a worse feeling than when one’s mate is angry and disappointed with you? I didn’t realize I sent the ques
Sinclair “She’s still mad at you, huh?” Gabriel remarks, glancing pointedly in the direction of my sullen mate. Ella is curled up on the couch reading the Vanaran history book she risked her precious life to reach last night, and occasionally glancing up to shoot me vengeful glares. “You can say
My wolf instinctively rises to the challenge. Oh really, and how are you going to stop me, trouble? I’ll bite you. She threatens sassily, her own wolf rising to the surface. Hard. Is that a promise? I purr, watching as my mischievous mate shivers in response. My blood heats, and I’m sorely tempted
Ella “Ella, why are we doing this?” Cora inquires in exasperation, her legs treading the steaming water of the palace baths. “Because I’m avoiding Dominic and water is the only way I know to hide my scent.” I answer primly, swimming around her in circles. I’m wearing a borrowed swimsuit, and I’d e
“You’re dripping water everywhere, you know.” I tell him bitterly, crossing my arms over my chest as we move through the halls. “I am?” He inquires, sounding much too pleased with himself, the rat. “From where I’m standing it looks like you’re the one making a mess of the King’s lovely parquet.” He
Sinclair The next morning Ella and I stay in bed as long as we’re able. I wake early, but my mate is snuggled so sweetly in my arms and I can’t bear to disturb her – not even for an encore of last night’s lovemaking. After we resolved our fight, I’d been perfectly ready to take Ella to bed then a