Ella Sinclair kisses me until I forget my anger and regret, until I forget why I was upset and how terribly I acted. He kisses me until I forget this is a dream, or that there has ever been a world beyond this enchanted forest. Only when my mind is so fogged with wanting that I can no longer think,
“I just don’t think I deserve to be rewarded.” I shrug, uncertain now. “I think it’s fitting that you get to have fun while I practice restraint.” “Well I don’t believe in punishments without rewards, little wolf.” Sinclair declares imperiously. “The reward is how I show you that no matter what hap
Ella “I don’t want to wake up .” I complain, still snuggled beneath the covers of my dream bed with Sinclair. “I know, but the sooner we do and get back to work, the sooner we can be reunited.” Sinclair replies, sounding every bit as reluctant as I feel. “Meet me again tonight?” I request, wonder
“I didn’t mean it that way.” I sigh, replaying my words in my mind and realizing how cold they must have sounded. “You were a human for thirty years Ella, and you’ve been a wolf for less than a month. I thought your allegiance was stronger than that.” Cora remarks, “You’re so concerned for all thes
Ella “Hello Ella, I’m Leon.” I’m staring skeptically at the strange man, not trusting this one bit. He doesn’t bat an eye and only continues as if i’m not watching him like a wary rabbit preparing to bolt. “King Gabriel tells me you’re in the market for a hypno-therapist.” I don’t respond, still s
A little while later, I’m stretched out on the couch with one hand on my belly and the other clasped in Henry’s large hand. “Don’t worry, Ella. I’ve got you.” He tells me warmly. “If he puts one foot out of line I’ll sick my guards on him.” “Thank you.” I reply, squeezing his hand. “Will you wake m
Ella I’ve never really done drugs. I experimented in college like most people, and I’ve partaken at a few parties over the years, but nothing in my limited experience prepared me for the ether. As soon as Leon injects it, I immediately feel it taking control. The room around me becomes sharper and
I suck in a deep breath, and the tightness in my chest eases slightly. I was about to say that I don’t remember, but I realize that isn’t true. For the first time, I’m able to follow this memory past being caught. “He reported me, and the next day I was put in the punishment box.” “What is the puni