Lisa slammed the door closed to her black Porsche. She threw her purse into the passenger seat and wiped the tears away from the corners of her eyes. She tried to breathe slowly in and out through her nostrils, just as her father had taught her, but it wasn’t helping to calm her at all. How dare t
I tried not to worry about Lisa after my last conversation with her. I could tell that Andrew was still frustrated over not being able to protect her from Bob, but I continued to assure him that we had warned her of the danger. Short of dragging her into the investigation, it was all that we could d
My blood ran cold. Bob. Of course, Bob had something to do with this. “Crystal, please tell me what’s going on,” Eliza said, her voice sounding desperate. “I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do.” I didn’t know what to tell her. There was only so much that I could tell anyone about the situa
I stood at the door to Bob’s apartment, Jeffrey behind me. His eyes burned a hole in the back of my skull. I didn’t need to talk to him to know what he was thinking: Do you really want to be doing this? It was a question that I had asked myself a million times on the way from the mansion. I had to
I was eating a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup in the dining room when Andrew stormed in that night. It was a rare moment when I could hear him stomping down the hall before I caught his intoxicating smell wafting through the door. He was pissed. I placed my sandwich down on my plate and b
I stirred the spaghetti into the boiling water. It was a simple recipe, much simpler than Andrew was accustomed to at the mansion, but it harkened back to the early days of us dating, and I thought that he would appreciate the gesture. I knew that he would appreciate the marinara sauce. I had mess
Andrew growled low in his throat and dropped his fork on his plate. He pulled me into his lap, kissing me deeply. He twined one hand in my hair, and the other cupped my ass, bringing me as close as possible. I returned Andrew’s kiss, my tongue playfully chasing his around our mouths. I moaned as A
“What?” I exclaimed, leaping to my feet. “Bianchi had an in with the guard on duty,” Andrew explained, trying to keep his voice as calm as he could for my sake. “The guard helped him escape, and they took off together. The police found the car that they escaped in, abandoned, downtown.” I starte
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