For a long time, the two of us just drank in companionable silence, silence which was filled only by the sound of the music crackling through the stereo and the crickets chirping. Before I knew it, that warm, fuzzy feeling was starting to take over me—along with the desire to dance. Without a word
Ava I awoke to the feeling of two sensations: the warm sun filtering through the sheer curtains and hitting my pillow, and the worst pounding in my head that I had experienced in a very, very long time. With a soft groan, I cracked my eyes open to find that I had somehow managed to make it back
I had already been mated before. I could never be his Luna, and I certainly wasn’t about to leave my homeland to live amongst the humans. Once I was clean and dressed, I headed out to my garden to check on today’s harvest. I grabbed a small basket and got to work, a small smile playing on my lips.
Ava I couldn’t believe it at first. Olivia hesitated, looking between Chris and the orange that was laying on the floor with an incredulous expression on her face. Clearly, she thought her brother was bluffing—that he would never actually make her, his own flesh and blood, get down on her knees
Ava I hadn’t expected to see Leonard here, of all people. As he turned to face us, that familiar stoic expression on his face, a rush of gratitude washed over me. “Leonard,” I breathed, taking a step forward. “It’s so nice to see you. I didn’t realize you were the one Chris had chosen as his Bet
Ava With Chris’s departure, an awkward silence settled over Leonard and me as we stood there in the warm afternoon sun. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, a little unsure of what to say now that it was just the two of us. It wasn’t like me to feel tongue-tied, especially not around
Leonard chuckled, shaking his head ruefully. “Well, I had simply assumed that you and Chris were… you know.” He ran a hand through his silvery hair. “An item, of sorts. Most young men like him pursue romantic interests quite vigorously. At least, they did when I was his age.” The implication of hi
Ava I made my way back to the Packhouse, my mind still buzzing over my interaction with Leonard. His words kept replaying in my head on a loop—his insistence that Chris harbored deeper feelings for me, despite my protests to the contrary. His observations about the telltale way a man looked at a w