Ava The cool fabric slid easily up my body as I slipped into the dress, my silhouette in the mirror all black elegance and old vintage glamor. I felt my breath hitch in my throat when I finally zipped it up and turned to look at myself fully. I couldn’t believe it. I felt like some kind of old H
After all, who knew how many— Enough, I thought to myself as my gloved fingers left a blazing trail up the back of his neck. Just enjoy it. Just for now. Nothing else. When our lips finally pulled apart with a wet smack, we pressed our foreheads together and allowed ourselves to share the same b
Ava The first thing that I noticed was the bright white light of the cameras: it was practically blinding as Chris and I stepped out of the car. Next, the sounds of hurried voices met my ears, people shouting frantically as though they were in competition for our attention. “Chris! Over here!”
“It’s how we get through events like this,” Ophelia explained. “A sip here, a sip there—next thing you know, you’re hardly noticing how your behind hurts from sitting in those god-awful folding chairs.” Nearly snorting into my martini, I simply shook my head and scanned the room for Chris. He was
Chris For a moment, it felt as if my blood had run cold and all of the air had been sucked out of the room. I blinked almost dazedly at the reporter from across the audience, trying to wrap my head around how the hell he knew about the moonstone. No one should have known. We had taken the utmost
Ava Goddess, the last thing I wanted to do was spend more than three seconds with that awful man—and even three seconds was too much. But my years growing up and living in the werewolf world had made it nearly impossible for me to be impolite to people, especially my elders. And so, no matter ho
I felt my fingers tighten around my glass of their own accord. Blinking, I stared down at the amber liquid inside. My mind grappled with various biting retorts—but before I could voice any of them, Ophelia was standing and shoving Princess into my arms. I didn’t expect what happened next. Suddenly
Ava Chris turned to me with a tired expression on his face. “Let’s head back to the hotel,” he said, nodding his head toward our waiting town car. “And have a decent drink that’s not overpriced whiskey.” I nodded, letting him take my arm as we walked down the steps. For the entire ride back to t