Ava instinctively reared back from the window. “Shit! *Please* drive,” she yelled at the cab driver.The driver looked frantically around at the shadowy figures that surrounded his car, “Do you see this?! Who are you people?”Ava took out her wadded-up cache of paper bills and tossed it on the empty front passenger seat. Hopefully, he wouldn’t count it until much, much later. “Here, that’s all the money I have. Just drive, it’s fine, they’ll move.”“Are you out of your mind?!” He spat.“I told you not to roll the window down,” Ava spat back before surging forward to wrench back the button to bring the window up. The glass pane managed to rise a few inches before Xavier clamped and hand down on it and pushed. Gears from within the door began to whir in protest as Xavier brute forced the window back down in its chassis. With a low growl, the window’s regulator snapped, and the pane slammed all the way down.Ava and the cabby both jumped in surprise. Cursing, the driver laid on the horn,
Ava didn’t bother tensing up when she felt Xavier’s arm drop around her shoulders and didn’t pull away when he pulled her into his chest. After the night she’d had, the cautious comfort felt…nice, even if it were offered by the very source of her anguish. And, if that weren’t the most fucked up thought she’d ever had, she didn’t know what was. Despite everything he’d done to her and the hoops he was currently making her jump through seemingly just for his cruel amusement, Ava’s body still yearned to be close to his. The cloying scent of their mating bond threatened to suffocate her, it was so strong. Ava shrugged out of his hold and sniffed back her remaining tears. Wiping her face dry, she walked off a couple of feet to give herself some much-needed space. When she finally turned to face Xavier, she was surprised by the surprise she found etched on his face. The Alpha looked utterly perplexed and mildly disturbed, frowning at her with something that looked infuri
Madame Bella paused as she stepped through the door, clearly not anticipating finding one of the club’s luminaries alone with one of the maids. The statuesque female only let the surprise show on her face for a split second before a silky smile slid over her features. “Mr. Michaels, a pleasure to say the least,” her generous hips swayed as she sauntered over and extended a fiercely manicured hand out for Xavier to shake. Never once did the woman spare a second to acknowledge Ava’s presence. “Please, allow me to assist you in any way I can.” Xavier had to be a very special guest here indeed if Madame Bella deigned to descend from her leather-clad tower to not only answer his summons, but personally offer him her services. Of course, Ava didn’t have much of a frame of reference where it came to Madame Bella. She’d barely seen the woman in the three months since she’d been…recruited to work at the Green Light Club. To be fair, this was by design, since it was a well-know
It was clear from Xavier’s standoffish posturing that he didn’t consider it necessary for Ava to be a part of this conversation. Still, Bella’s eyes flicked nervously toward Ava and back as she forced a breathy chuckle. “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking.” “I understand that I’m not asking at all. I gave you an order, Ms. Sutton.” Bella ducked her head in a nod, “Of course, sir. If you’ll allow me a moment to prepare, I’d be happy to prepare a demonstration for you.” She hesitated for just a moment before continuing, “It would give you the opportunity to see how we train our staff.” This time, the smile Xavier offered was nearly genuine, “That would be perfect, Bella. Thank you.” With another nod, Bella strode out of the conference room, notably lacking much of the grace she had strode in with.When the door shut behind her, Xavier walked over to a fully stocked bar hutch and grabbed a laser-cut crystal glass. Ava stood in disbeli
Two weeks after Ava had struck her bargain with Xavier, she sat at her shiny new vanity, nestled in the corner of her own private en suite bathroom. She was still getting used to having…*things*, belongings that were completely her own.She had barely begun to scratch the surface of her debt to Xavier and the Red Moon Pack, but the few thousand dollars she had made, she’d made honestly, and that made her feel good. Accomplished.Ava was relieved to find that the court member’s escort training was thorough, but flexible. She was taught everything from how to make intriguing conversation and massage therapy, to pain play and the traditional art of Kinbaku bondage.Thankfully, Bella seemed to be particularly conscious of Ava’s handicap, and made sure to assign her to clients who sought out companionship rather than sexual gratification. So far, Ava had bantered and flattered her way into what money she’d managed to accumulate, so far, without offering anything more intimate than a should
Xavier stared down at her with a stony expression, but Ava could read his silent agitation. He reached down, grabbed her by the upper arm, and pulled her to her feet. “Oy, Xav, we need to work on your taste in women, mate.” Someone scoffed, but Xavier ignored them. When Ava stood, she became unbalanced on her sky-high heels and stumbled. Her arm shot out and caught onto Xavier’s sleeve to keep from tumbling back down to the floor. Some of the others saw her clinging to Xavier’s arm and started ribbing him at Ava’s expense. “The clown doll’s caught herself an Alpha!” “You sure she’s woman enough for you, Xav? We know you like it rough!” “Nah, breaking them in is half the fun!” The males continued to laugh and crack jokes, most of which featured Ava as the punchline. She stared down at her cleavage, rather than look Xavier in the face. He gave her arm a shake, prompting her to meet his gaze, but she resisted. “Is this fun for you, having people mock and d
Xavier’s mad dash to the hospital was a blur of phone calls and righteous fury. He cursed Bella for not taking better of the girl, despite her direct orders to keep an eye out for Ava. He queued up his contact list via the large Bluetooth enabled screen in his car. He nearly hit the button to call Lance, but quickly dismissed that option. After his showing last month, it was best if the brutish male stayed as far away from Ava as possible. Not to mention how handsy he’d gotten with the human waitress, who barely looked old enough to be legally serving alcohol. Xavier knew things went down in his club between consenting adults, and sometimes those things were better enjoyed when it looked as if one or more of the involved adults were less than willing. He drew a line at blatant assault, however. Even if Xavier felt the situation hadn’t escalated to a point that called for a public reprimand, it still needed to be addressed. Besides, the idiot was showing up with co
Xavier stood glowering at his friend, not quite able to wrap his mind around the other male’s bold accusation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He snatched his arm from out of Jack’s grasp. “Really?” Jack’s eyebrow twitched upward as he gestured to Ava’s hospital room, “Since when is it protocol to bring in the cavalry to cure colds?” “Is that what ails her? Even though you barely looked at her?” Xavier’s voice was heavily laden with sarcasm, even as he attempted to deflect his friend’s line of questioning, “I knew you were good at what you do, Jack, but damn – you might need a raise.” Jack pursed his lips slightly and slowly shook his head back and forth, completely unfazed by Xavier’s foul nature. But, of course, that was one of the reasons Xavier had bonded with the Gamma in the first place and continued to keep him around – the male was too intelligent to scare easily. “We both know that what’s really keeping her in that hospital bed is something
The helicopters hovered above the arena as long dark ropes unfurled from the gaping voids of their cockpits, and soldiers in white began to descend into the Trial grounds. The largest chopper in the group tilted downward, and Xavier watched in horror as gun turrets descended from the vehicle’s hull.Just as he shouted a warning, it was drowned out by the spray of rapid machine-gun fire that bathed the stands where his people, his allies, his mate stood watching on in bewildered shock. It was a stroke of luck and good fortune that Emmaline and Marnie Adair had insisted on attending the Trial along with several other representatives from their coven.The witches were quick to respond, throwing up glimmering shields that did an excellent job of deflecting the rain of bullets, sending them careening off to join the hundreds of other projectiles currently reducing the two-hundred-year-old structure to little more than kindling.Xavier roared his fury and shifted, sna
The weeks leading up to the next month’s Blue Moon and the Trial by Combat scheduled for that night went by surprisingly quickly and quietly. The calm before the storm.Ava, for her part, spent most of that time talking, getting to know as much as she could about her newfound allies. There was a host of information that the spellcasters and the shapeshifters had to bring to the table; doors that she had never known were there to open. Her analytical tactician's mind was thoroughly stimulated at the influx of new information.She had to be thankful that Marnie and Emmaline’s coven had deemed their cause worth investing their time and resources into. And the Selkies? Ava was under no naïve misconception that their involvement was due to anything less than desperation. It just so happened that desperation was as good a motivator as any.Slowly, ever so carefully, Ava worked with Emmaline, Marnie, and the Selkie diplomats to covertly spread the word of th
“The nerve of you is astounding, Adair. What, pray tell, did you think you would accomplish by bringing them here?”The hostile vibe Ava had picked up even from a dozen yards away and through several inches of bulletproof glass somehow didn’t manage to improve by coming into close proximity to the…finfolk? The Selkies, Marnie had called them. People who could turn into seals.It seemed ridiculous, given her own circumstances, that…well, anything really, could surprise her at this point. And, to be fair, it wasn’t the existence of seal people that was currently throwing her for a loop; it was being hit, once again, with the staggering realization of just how little she actually knew about the world around her, her own wider community.And it wasn’t just Ava, either. Through their bond, she could feel Xavier’s mind whirring, struggling to quickly process the new influx of information. Even now, after all this time,
“Alright, alright, shock aside, this is good for us, right?”“That we’re so out of touch that we didn’t even know that there’s an ancient order of witches ruling the world?” “I’m having a hard time tracking your logic, sweets.”“First, to be clear, the institution is ancient, not the witches,” “Well, save for a few that I can think of, but none that we know personally.”“All that aside,” Ava reiterated through gritted teeth. “We all want the same thing! We came here looking for allies to start a new society, and here you all already have irrefutable proof that our plan has legs.”“In theory,” Emmaline emphasized. “Once again, I feel the need to impress upon you the fact that we have no real insight on the inner workings of these pan-supernatural communities outside of the fact that they exist. Much less whether something of the like would
Ava and the Alphas gaped as the two embraced. One female, one woman. One Wolf, the other a human witch. And yet, somehow, they claimed to be sisters. It wasn’t just a turn of phrase or empty words, either. Now that the idea had been spoken, Ava saw the glimmers of recognition solidify into irrefutable shared features between the two.The piercing emerald green of their eyes, the deeply rich, almost black of their hair, even the shapes of their noses and their general bearings were the same.“You’re sisters?” Ava asked.“You’re Alpha?” Liam asked even louder.Emmaline cocked her head to the side in the same bold challenge that Marnie was good for adopting pretty much anytime she found herself speaking with any Wolven male. Ava was beginning to realize that the habit was probably born of more than simply dealing with male bravado.“Why wouldn’t I be?” Emmaline asked, her supple voice thick with saccha
“No.”The line went silent as Ava blinked rapidly, her neurons firing at all cylinders struggling to process the fact that her brother had just blatantly shut down such a simple request for information and why on earth that would be.“Excuse me?” She finally asked. “What do you mean no?”“I mean that I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go meddling in Grave Crown affairs,” he said, his voice stern and giving no quarter. That was all well and good that he felt so strongly, but as long as he was also giving her no answers, ‘no’ wasn’t going to cut it for her.“Grave Crown affairs are Alliance affairs, Aiden. You know that,” she replied.Her brother huffed on the other end of the phone – a frustrated sound. “Even if the Alliance still existed, you, I, and everyone else knows that hasn’t been the case in a long time.”“Bullshit,&rdquo
Ava blinked in and out of consciousness as searing pain ripped through her abdomen. Whenever she surfaced, the renewed shock of pain would cause her to take a quick breath inward that would send yet another, even more, intense wave rocketing through her, sending her back into oblivion.It took a couple of tries and several hours for Ava to wake and stay awake; the pain finally dulled to a thrumming ache. When she could finally open her eyes without her eyelids feeling as if they were made of lead, the first thing she saw was Jack’s pensive face hovering over hers.And the second thing she registered, along with an intense sense of déjà vu, was Xavier’s equally pensive face a little ways off, slumped in a nearby chair.“This feels awfully familiar,” she quipped, her dry throat making her joke sound more like a croak.“Really? And to think that I was just beginning to forget what it was like trying to glue you back togeth
First came the rat-a-tat-tat of machine guns. Then came the screams.All around her, bodies flew into motion as she stood with her phone gripped numbly in her fist.“Ava,” she heard Noah’s desperate voice faintly through the other end of the line as if through a fog. “Ava, what’s happening? Talk to me! Has it already started, damn it?!”Without a word in response, Ava ended the call with a flick of her thumb, far too thrown by just how quickly the tide had shifted today. Neia hadn’t just crossed a line – she’d obliterated it and re-drawn a new one in her image.Ava sprung into action, doing the first thing that came to mind as she ran to the nearest emergency call button and smashed it. The system was relatively shiny and new, having only been installed after her run-in with those sadistic bastards in room 701.Now, flashing warning lights lit up every hallway in the building. The blaring alarm made it im
Eight months ago, if someone had told Ava that just the sight of the Green Light Club’s garish neon sign would be enough to make her smile, she would have laughed in their face. Alright, well, she probably wouldn’t have, but she certainly wouldn’t have believed them either.And yet, here she was, grinning from ear to ear, at the prospect of feeling something familiar, even if the majority of her memories of the place were of the variety that was best left forgotten. She was fairly sure that there was probably some sort of clinical diagnosis with a long name used to describe the contextually perverse sense of relief she felt at her first glance of shiny black lacquer and crushed green velvet. Goddess, this place was awful, and she was so glad to be back.Then again, the journey getting back to the club had been fraught enough to make her eager to climb under the first black silk duvet she saw, regardless of the fact that it could never, under any cir