Noah Noah strode into the library, his eyes immediately searching for Hannah. She should have been here by now, but… “Once upon a time…” He heard her voice coming from around a corner, and followed it. A moment later, he found her sitting on a small stool in the center of a circle of children.
Dammit, he thought. Dammit all. With a resigned sigh, Noah pushed away from the wall and made his way over to the group. Hannah stood, gesturing to the stool with a smirk, and Noah shot her a withering look before sitting in her place. A young boy immediately thrust a book into his hands, and No
Hannah I couldn’t breathe. Something dreadful swelled in my chest, my breath lodged in my throat as I stumbled blindly away from the library room. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, my shoulders shaking with the force of my silent sobs. Seeing Noah like that, laughing and joking and carrying o
Hannah I pushed open the door to the apothecary, the little bell above tinkling against the glass as I stepped inside. The familiar scent of dried herbs and crushed botanicals filled my nostrils, somehow both soothing and making my stomach twist with anxiety. “Good morning,” the elderly man behi
Hannah “Thanks for meeting me,” I said, shrugging off my jacket and sliding into the leather booth. “I didn’t want to do this over the phone.” Viona arched an eyebrow, but she didn’t press me for details right away. Instead, she simply signaled the waiter for a couple of drinks as I withdrew the
“Mind your own business, bi—” The man’s eyes widened as he finally registered who I was. “L-Luna Hannah,” he stammered, some of that drunken bravado fading. “I, uh—” “You’re going to apologize to my friend here,” I cut him off sharply. “And then you’re going to go sleep it off before I have you th
Hannah Noah scowled as he stared down at my phone, the message from Drake still displayed on the screen. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head, a muscle in his jaw ticking ever so slightly. I knew what this was: he was jealous. “Well, well,” I couldn’t resist teasing, standing
Hannah My hands trembled as I gripped the sleek leather of Drake’s jacket, the low rumble of the motorcycle’s engine vibrating up through the soles of my boots. Up close like this, straddling the seat behind him, the machine seemed even more intimidating. And precarious. “You settled in back t