Ella Cora spins to look at me, her eyes wide, and together we both run for the window. Cora gets there first, unhooking the latch and throwing the window open, bending out so that she can see. I lean out too, my eyes scanning the ground below. My gaze locks, instantly, on the action. A man –
But before I can take more than a step, Xander pulls Jessica hard against him and pulls a knife from his pocket, pressing it to her throat. “A step closer,” he growls, “and I will kill her, she-wolf. You can keep the old one – I have no more use for her. But this one?” he says, looking down at Jessi
Ella My eyes flick to Jessica’s to find her gaze already on me. I stare at her, hoping she can intuit, hoping she has the courage to run when – “If you think my human sister is a bitch,” I say, taking another precise step forward, forcing Xander to rise his foot to take his final step back. As t
I pull her close to my un-cut side, wrapping my arm around her. “The doctors are going to bring Sarah in,” I say quietly, “don’t worry, all right? I’ll keep you safe.” “Do you,” she says, looking back, “do you promise she’s all right?” “I promise, Jessica,” I say quietly, meaning every word of i
Ella I spin around to face my mate, my hands on my hips, ready to defend myself. But he closes the distance in an instant, taking my face in his hands. “Are you all right?” he growls, looking down into my face, his eyes quickly moving over my features. My mouth falls open a bit and I blink i
I hurriedly get dressed in the soft clothing Sinclair brought in for me, twisting my hair up into a quick bun before stepping into some slippers. When I’m ready, I nod, and Sinclair and I together walk back into our bedroom. Cora sits on the couch with Jessica by her side, a tablet in her hands. R
Ella We stayed up all night working and strategizing. A flurry of aids came into the room right away as well as several guards, who worked with Sinclair to brief him and to begin to come up with a plan about how to handle the press. I trusted my mate to handle that, though, focusing my attentio
A Queen for the People, it reads. My frown deepens. What? What is this?My eyes move down a little and I blink in surprise to see that I recognize the byline: the article is written by Tempest Bowers, the woman I met last night, whose daughters just wanted some chocolate… My mouth falls open a li