“Wow,” I say, looking between Henry and my mate. “But they’re still…operating? In secrecy?” “In full force, apparently,” Henry says, looking up at me and tapping the report. Then he looks at his son. “Your investigative team did quite well once they had this lead. The Cult has, by necessity, had to
Cora I drop my hand from the doorknob, suddenly, making a split decision and not letting myself think too hard about what I’m doing and why. Then, I strip my wet shirt and leggins from my body, grabbing a dry towel off of the shelf and wrapping it around myself. My skin is grateful for this, wantin
And I jump suddenly at the unexpected pain of it, my hand flying to my mouth, stunned. Roger blinks and pulls his hand back, looking at it. “What the,” he says, looking at his fingers as if he somehow willed this thing between us to take form – to become actual lightening – But as he looks at his
I cry out as I’m pulled backwards – surprised more than hurt – and suddenly I’m pressed against him in the pouring rain. Roger holds me tight, one hand around my upper arm, the other wrapped firmly around me, pressing my body to his – And the feel of him, of his skin hot against my own – my towel
I nod fervently, ignoring his insult, tucking my head against his shoulder and breathing hard as I let him carry me back to the motel. Barely above the sound of the storm, I hear him growling more frustrated words with every step, something about insane women who run naked into storms and how he sho
Cora I want him right now – immediately – so I impatiently sit up to fumble at the top of his boxer briefs, to push them downwards – Roger glares at me a little again, at the challenge in my voice, and I glare right back. “Fine,” he snarls, rolling briskly away from me so that he’s sitting on
“Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide as I realize what he’s asking me – and the significance of it. It’s such an incredibly intimate moment – Roger is still pressed inside of me, his arms wrapped around my body, his face just millimeters from mine, so close that our lips brush as he talks. “Roger,” I say
Ella I’m sitting anxiously by Rafe’s basinet, watching him sleep, while my mind wanders impatiently elsewhere. It’s been twenty-four hours since we heard from Cora and Roger and I feel, just a tiny little bit, that every passing minute is a knife in my heart. Where is my sister? I wonder to myse