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
Weirdly enough, I don't know if I should laugh or cry that I'm only just realizing all this at twenty years of age. “Does it hurt a lot?” Zen asks, pulling me from my thoughts “You were groaning in your sleep.” If my face wasn’t already flushed with a light fever, I’d definitely feel warm now. Rea
Five days after the night I fainted, I emerge out of the shower feeling refreshed. “Come sit here, Lady Dinah!” Mesilla guides me to an armchair in the living area “Would you like something like to drink or eat, Lady Dinah?” Peony asks carefully “Should I pull the curtains aside, Lady Dinah?” Del
“Shall we go, Lady Sigmond?” Andrea’s voice brings me back from my thoughts I give her a nod “Let’s go.” She walks over to the right side bookshelf nearest to the door. In the thick folders arranged by the year on this shelf, Andrea reaches out to push one that reads a date of four years earlier.
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I look at Andrea with a bright grin “That was the coolest thing I’ve done in my entire life! Teach me how to do that!” “If time allows, Your Ladyship.” Andrea sets me to my feet, picking braches from my hair “That single of moment of concern I had for you was useless.” Lukas clicks his tongue “You
The owner of the House of Gravitas calls for us in what I assume to be her office. “Be warned. She’s a very grumpy, greedy old woman.” Lukas mutters lowly an attendant goes in to inform of our arrival “Believe me when I say that’s the last thing that could deter me.” I mutter back The attendant c
I barely manage to find a waste bucket before everything I had for breakfast retches out. My throat burns. My vision is blurry. I dry heave every single thing in my stomach, warmth seeps out of the corners of my eyes. I can’t breathe. The smell of blood is everywhere. I sit there, holding the edges
The smell of rotting flesh is disgusting. Its muscle memory to pull the gloves over my hands, pick a scalpel off the medical tray. The body on the metal table in front of me has no head. ‘You have to take a sample of flesh, a sample of blood and take a look at the internal organs.’ Aunt Cynthia’s
How adorable. Apparently, I’m the only one who thinks so, since when I turn back around, everyone from the fourth prince and the first order to passing strangers and our coachman is looking on in disbelief. Is it so difficult to imagine Zen would get along with children? “Don’t leave your mouth ha
“My Lady, am I mistaken or is the fourth prince avoiding me?” I look up from knotting the satchel to my belt to face Zen. There’s a slight furrow in his brows, and he looks at Lukas, standing far, far from us and talking with the first order soldiers. The fourth prince has indeed, been avoiding Ze
I need to move. But even as I think that, I cant bring myself to move. He’s holding me too firmly, I think, entirely reasonable. I won’t be able to slip away like this. Even the most critical part of me can’t find that to be entirely an excuse. After last night, I doubt there’s anyone who would lik
I wake up to the sound of a door knock. My sleep hazed brain registers the sound, recognizes it, and promptly ignores it in favor of cuddling into the warmth of my bed once more. I don’t want to wake up just yet, since last night I fell asleep so late— Last night? My eyes open, blurry with sleep,
But he’s looking at me now, as if the answer might crush him, as if he’s bracing himself for it. I reach out to drape my arms over his shoulders gently, they hang down in front of his chest lightly. “Why? Because you did your job?” I ask quietly, hold his gaze “Or because you didn’t hesitate to do
“Lift your arm, please.” I say, and my voice comes out soft If we weren’t sitting so close to each other, I would’ve missed it. His shoulders tense up, the even breathing stilled into nothing. “You don’t have to do that, Dinah.” Zen finally says My brows furrow. Zen might be a warrior among warri
On the second floor hallway of the hotel, my eyes drift to the room where Zen is supposed to be. My room is just at its side. I wonder if I knock on his door right now, would he be annoyed? He did ask not to be disturbed. The image of his bloodied arm flashes in my mind. Just a moment. I just want