I looked at the others. “South? So that’s the direction she was traveling.”“Yes, it looks like it.” Minister Tremblay replied. “The unit we sent out came back a few days ago. They tracked her for a little over two miles before the trail went cold.”“And how far of a net did they cast at the dead zo
Anastasia“They’ll do what’s best for her.” Ziva’s reassurance filled me with a nice hit of calm. “They may be sexy, fumbling cavemen, but they’ve got good hearts. Even Ghost’s mean ass clearly cares about her.”Fallon shuffled out wearing the grey sweatshirt and pants the medical center had given h
Fallon’s face went from red, to normal, to pale all within the span of a few seconds. Her breathing came heavy and all at once the guys started acting like what Ziva described as geriatric mother-hen’s.Knight raced into the bedroom suite to grab blankets and fuzzy socks, his shadows dripping behind
AnastasiaHeadache or not as soon as we landed Caius and the others had no choice but to question Fallon.Instead of taking her to one of the cold interrogation rooms I had been thrown into, they led her into the estates lounge.Large leather armchairs and a single sofa were strategically placed aro
Fallon’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “Doesn’t it? Wolves have more dignity than humans. We would never harm our own kind. They’re more animals than we are.”My eyes widened. What did she just say?Ziva’s voice flooded my mind. “Has she forgotten that your kind are half human? Wolves have more dignity
AnastasiaAfter getting black out drunk with Knight and waking up on the floor of my closet cuddling an empty bottle of tequila I decided that my days of heinous partying, reckless drinking, and overall bad decision making had come to an end.“ANASTASIA! KNIGHT! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”Just kidding.
The bathroom door swung open, cutting off my reply. My heartbeat accompanied the heavy thud of Ghost’s combat boots as he stomped his way inside. His expression was one of cold murder, but that didn’t stop my eyes from dropping down to his chest.Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? And was that blood?A
AnastasiaA spark of delight lit up her face. She sat up straighter and wiped her eyes. "Really? You'd do that with me?"I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! My mom taught me to cook too. What's your specialty?"A ghost of a smile played on her lips. "Pumpkin pie. Mom always said mine was the best
“Ah, we will in a minute,” Ghost replied, a smile teasing at the edges of his voice.My hand tightened around the envelope, my heart thudding in my chest. Caius stood to his full height and tipped his head to the side. I marveled at the shades of gold woven within his hair and eyes, reflected upon t
The pistachio muffin in my stomach turned to stone.I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, hushed voice slipped straight into my skull.“Someone has a secret. What would your husband think?”I jumped and growled under my breath. “Show yourself you shadow-dwelling freak.”Ghost popp
AnastasiaThe scent of caramel and whiskey grew, melting into a mouthwatering concoction that made my pussy ache. I forced my eyes open and frowned. “This isn’t my room.”“No,” He kicked the door shut. “It’s mine.”I made a sound of confusion, which he dutifully ignored, and instead placed me in his
Damon’s voice dropped low. “Makes sense. Anastasia’s mother raises her to conceal her ability at all costs and trains her to lie like an expert. Years later, she fakes her own death. We assumed these were for protection from Vladimir, but that’s quite a lot of hoops to jump through for one man. She
I didn’t say anything to the guys, though. There was no sense in spoiling Fallon’s fun.Ghost spoke around a mouthful of ramen. “My spies in Vladimir’s pack are reporting small uprisings among some of the townspeople. Apparently, they’ve been moved by all that you’ve done for them. Pretty unhappy Vl
AnastasiaI padded into the kitchen, my socks sliding along the floor. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce clung to the air, a welcome distraction from the thoughts gnawing at the edges of my mind. The takeout bags sat on the counter, still warm, and I already knew which one was mine. He’d gotten
“You were made to be mine.” I tore the robe from her body and relished the sound of fabric splitting. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them behind her back and flipped her around so that her back was flush against my chest. Sweeping an arm out, I cleared my desk of everything, earning a gasp from Anast
I kept moving, my senses stretched as far as they could go. A soft shuffle, nearly undetectable, had me turning left. I continued to follow the hall, turned again, then stopped when I saw her.At the very end of the hallway, bathed in shadows and pale slants of moonlight, was my wife. She was hardly
CaiusUpon returning home, I had one of the few remaining staff draw Anastasia a bath. The woman spent most of her time in there. Not that I paid much attention.Only I did.I told myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t counting the minutes she spent in there, listening for the hum of that fucking t