My gaze shifted to Nikolas. He appeared barely able to stay awake, but he struggled to do so for us. I wondered if he truly did not know who his description of the arsonists sounded like or if he was just trying to avoid blaming his own sons. Either way, I knew that this subject was not one to con
Ignoring the bright yellow caution tape running along it, Andrew and I climbed over the short gate and made our way up to the decrepit house. A hole in the where part of the structure had collapsed allowed us to walk inside without any obstacles. “So, what exactly are we looking for, Scooby Doo?”
A few days after Pete and Chuck were arrested, I was driving Andrew’s gold Aston Martin to the hospital. Andrew had already gotten his driver, Carl, to take him back to the city for an important meeting about rising tensions between pro-integration and anti-integration demonstrators early that morni
Andrew settled into his office chair. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. That meeting had gone excruciatingly long, and nothing had been accomplished. Day two of discussions about pro-integration/anti-integration tensions, and the Council was still fractured over how to handle the issue. The empty sea
I did not get much sleep that night. I could not stop playing the fight in my head, over and over. I clutched at my pillow and watched the empty dip in my bed where Andrew normally slept. He was jealous, that was all that I could think of to justify his behavior. It made perfect sense; Jeffrey and
Because this was a makeup dinner of sorts, I decided to dress up for Andrew. I wore a scarlet strapless dress that stopped just above my knees, black stilettos, and my signature golden hoop earrings. My blonde locks fell in loose curls down my back. Sparkling gold eyeshadow accented my blue eyes,
The Newton’s cradle on Andrew’s desk ticked back and forth. Its metallic clang echoed throughout his home office. Yet not even this hypnotic rhythm could calm Andrew’s buzzing mind as he waited for Mr. Smith to appear. Before Andrew lay the note from dinner the previous night, its red envelope d
A few days after my private dinner with Andrew, I spent an entire day at the wedding of a distant cousin of one of the Council members. My presence had specifically been requested, so I could not delegate the work to anyone else. It was good, honest work, and I enjoyed spending time with Terri and s
That night, long after the last of the guests had left for their rooms, Andrew and I returned to the presidential suite to find that the staff had decorated it in preparation for our stay. All the décor, right down to the bed sheets, had been switched out for matching red and gold pieces. The light
Andrew’s eyes met mine as I approached the altar. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. He looked so handsome in his classic black tuxedo that I could hardly wait for after the reception to be with him. As I took my place across from Andrew, I handed my bouquet to Lily. The priestess bega
One month later, I stood in a suite at a private beachside resort, admiring my wedding dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places while still gently brushing against the ground like a low-hanging cloud. Crystals glistened in the room’s fluorescent lights, and the train flowed behind me effor
“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” I said, breathless. Andrew nodded his agreement. I pulled Andrew to his feet as he stuck the ring box back in his pocket. Then I dragged him back to the bedroom, leading him by the tie. Not that he needed to be dragged; he would have followed me anywhere by th
Andrew texted me and said his flight was delayed by a few errands he had to run, so I waited. And waited. I waited for an entire day, and even began to worry that Andrew had changed his mind. Then I heard a knock at my door. I leapt off the couch and rushed to answer it. Stopping just short of the
Noah left the next day. I took him to the airport, we exchanged a hug and a brief farewell, and then I watched him walk through the gate. That was the last time I ever saw him. With a heavy heart, I returned to an empty apartment. All our furniture and my belongings—what little I still had—were the
Sensing the urgency in Noah’s voice, I leaned in closer. “What is it?” I asked, trying to suppress the anticipation in my voice. Noah’s grip on my hands tightened. “I’m going to study financial law in the human world.” I froze. My heart thumped hard against my ribs, so hard that I thought th
The nightmares did not stop. In fact, they got worse. By the end of that week, I was having at least one every night, and it was showing in behavior during the day. I could scarcely stay awake. At my new branch of Ever After Weddings, I had to sneak off into the breakroom whenever there were no cu
I dreamt of the Lunar Festival. Noah and I walked hand-in-hand through the stalls, enjoying the sparkling lights and the company of our new pack mates. Yet something was off. I could feel a chill in the air, a foreboding that I could not quite shake off. “We should get out of here,” I said, tryi