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
Furrowing my brow, I said, “Then what do you suggest? We can import more goods, sure, but… Is that really necessary right now? What with everything going on?” He shook his head. “No, that’s not what I’m thinking. But I have been thinking about the blight, and how maybe there are more ways to handl
Ava Chris was silent for some time. He was silent for so long, in fact, that I was worried he might not speak at all. He sat so still, too, that I began to wonder if he had even turned to stone. Finally, he moved—but only to gently pull our hands apart and turn back to face the bar. I watched fo