Hannah I had the driver pull up to the pub that Viona had specified—Crescent Pub, our usual hangout spot. It was one of the few places in town where we could talk without being overheard by nosy gossips, thanks to the smoky atmosphere, dim lighting, and generally rough-and-tumble patrons. Thanki
A grimace tugged at my upper lip. “Well, even if the divorce thing gets out, we’re nearing the end of our three-month agreement,” I said. “So we could handle that. But as for the affair…” Viona shot me a withering look. “Just tell me, Hannah—” “Oh, Goddess, no.” I waved my hand before she could
Hannah Viona and I exchanged wary looks as Scott approached. Despite myself, I slid over to allow him to sit with us, even though my heart was pounding. “Scott,” I said, trying to keep my tone even. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been?” Scott sighed and ran a hand through his h
“Actually,” I said, “I think there is something you can do for me, Scott. But this has to stay between us.” “Of course, Luna Hannah. Whatever you need.” “I need you to research an internet user known as WhiteRabbit.” … “Drake?” I called out as I stepped into the dimly lit training center. “Y
HannahThe sounds of fighting had stopped, the ring going utterly silent save for one thing: the growls that escaped my throat before I even realized what I was doing.Drake blinked at me in shock for a moment, his eyes flickering down to my stomach—where my left hand was still protectively pressed.
I studied his face, looking for any sign of deception. But all I saw was genuine concern and sincerity, and my shoulders slumped ever so slightly.“Alright,” I said finally. “I believe you. And for the record, I never planned on going back on my promise about Zoe. I’ll set it up soon, okay?”Drake’s
HannahI settled down on the cushion next to Noah with a soft sigh, tucking my legs underneath myself and casting my eyes over the chaos of papers spread out in front of us. Noah hummed to himself beside me and picked up one of the papers, muttering something before crumpling it up and tossing it in
But, deep down, something stirred in me. And I couldn’t help but act up, even if only a little bit.“How about we share it?” I suggested, picking up the cookie. I put half of it in my mouth, leaving the other half sticking out, and leaned close to him on my palms. “Bite the other half off,” I mumble