“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
I wake up with a splitting headache. Everything is heavy and uncomfortable. God, just kill me already. I feel like the undead anyway. When my eyes open, I find the hearth all too close. The coals are nearly out, but I’m already warmed enough. The events of last night float to my head, and I groan
“I have no questions, Lady Sigmond.” My eyes snap to hers, the soft brown of her gaze as composed as ever. “It is true that Lycans do not go through episodes as you did last night,” Andrea continues neatly “It is also true that werewolves do. But they have no soulmate mark, nor the kind of affinit