Evangeline’s father remained quiet during some. On others he provided flimsy answers that could’ve been found on the back of a magazine. He brushed each one off with the same disinterest I saw on his daughters face.A face my wife adored, which was why I couldn’t torture the prick. Not yet.Anastasi
Caius“We wait.” I growled at Knight’s passing form. The temptation to knock the coffee cup out his hand was childish yet strong. It was the least of what he deserved considering what he’d done to Evangeline.My own feelings were mixed on the matter. I refused my mate, but my brothers were free to d
He blinked then looked at Caius. “Am I meant to do something or is this on you?”“It’s on him.” Ghost and I said together, sharing a conspiratorial look.While the others talked I grabbed a napkin and began picking off the banana peppers and placing them in a neat pile. It wasn’t until I finished th
AnastasiaTwo days later I walked into the kitchen to find a pyramid of subs on the counter, each one neatly wrapped, taped, and labeled. Lifting my nose to the air, I inhaled deeply. The scents ranged from salty cold cuts to rich marinara and buttery roast beef.There had to be over fifty of them.
“She’s got you dressed to the nines.” I said, each word carefully loaded.“Primed and ready to go.” Evangeline responded in a flat voice. One she reserved for people who weren’t her best friend.Shaking my head at her, I folded my arms over my chest. “Don’t go quiet on me.”“It’s a dinner party.” Sh
AnastasiaThe plane ride back threatened to be a silent, mournful affair but thankfully—not thankfully—we had Knight to soothe us back into a state of normalcy.Harsh sheets of rain pelted the plane, cracking against the window like small pebbles. Caius was in a foul mood, and I understood why.Hell