I snap out of my haze of thoughts with those words, whirl around to look at Zen with eyes wide in horror of the misunderstanding. “Of course not.” I say quickly, too sharply “I’ve never pitied you.” Zen looks down at me, silver eyes steady and chilling. I feel my throat dry up, my heart unwittingl
“Why are suddenly talking about this, My Lady?” Zen asks, slightly shaking his head “I’m just putting the option out here.” I say, entirely serious “If you ever get sick of this world, there’s another too.” His eyes widen a bit at that “I’m not— “I’m not saying this out of pity or sympathy or any
“Who did you make that promise to?” I ask, my own voice just as quiet For a long moment, Zen says nothing. I open my mouth to tell him he doesn’t need to tell me, but his voice sounds out before mine can. “My father. It was the last thing he said to me.” I swallow whatever I was about to say. All
In the Crystal Palace, it has become somewhat of a nightly occurrence to have tea a little before sleeping. At least, a little before Dinah falls asleep. I myself, would be wide awake until the early hours of the day. “Shall I set the tray on the low table, Your Lordship?” I give a nod, and Dinah’
But there’s no point in seeing such a useless letter. Even if he knows Dinah has left the Imperial City, he can’t do anything with some significant evidence, I shake my head. It’s easy to come up with a hundred reasons to justify hiding things from her that don’t concern her returning home, but it l
The idea of performing another autopsy soon enough, of having a disfigured carcass of a Lycan to cut into, the smell of blood and rotting flesh everywhere, makes a tremor run down my spine. Is it thrill or is it fear? It doesn’t matter either way. Something cool pokes me in the side of the face, p
I wake up feeling a terrible heaviness in my stomach. With an irritated groan, I push myself up the couch. The coals in the hearth are still smoldering, so I can tell its still night. My eyes swim over the bed chamber, and come up empty of any other person. I drag my feet to the baths. Maybe I jus
“Lady Sigmond?” A voice calls from outside, bell-like and clear “It’s Andrea. May I come inside?” Andrea? At this hour? The door clicks open before I can make much sense of the questions in my head. Andrea is dressed in a modest robe, her chestnut hair falls down to her waist in soft waves and rin