Within the half hour we were hurrying toward the entrance of the emergency room.Emergency rooms at night were never pleasant. The lighting was harsh, the smell antiseptic, which gave werewolves instant headaches, and despite the problems being no different than what happened during the day, at night they seemed more frightening, more intense.Charles, however, suddenly expanded the moment we entered the room. I looked at him in surprise as he strode to the front desk. Despite his casual
Despite how I felt about seeing her alive and moving, she obviously didn't feel the same about me.When the elevator doors opened and revealed Amy hovering over her in a wheel chair, she looked at me and scowled as if I'd said something offensive."Jessica! I'm so happy to see you alive and looking so well!" I said, smiling and walking up to her despite the bad looks she was giving me.
"To be honest, Cathy, I'm a little freaked out. But I can't let someone intimidate me."I was standing in Charles' office looking over the city while he and Brian the security guard looked at more footage on Jessica's computer and planned how to beef up security from the perspective that someone on the inside was working with the intruder.Cathy sighed into the phone. "I know, sweetie. But are you sure? Maybe this person isn't after you."
"I've seen some of Matilda's photos," Sheila said the next morning. She was leaning against the outside edge of my cubicle, looking in at me and tapping a long French-manicured finger nail on the plastic wall-divider. "They're amazing of the kids and alarming of the facility, a perfect combination of heart-warming and bone-chilling." I laughed. "I love how you put that. I've yet to see them." I was putting a finishing touch on a pitch for Sally. Matilda and I had decided to go the route I'd talked about with Charles. I was going to try playing Sally's game for Social Scene and write a separate piece, and Matilda and I would approach one of the other divisions with our orphanage story. "You're going to keep working on this story, right?" Sheila asked. "I'd be sad if you gave up now." "Oh yes," I assured her. "I don't think Matilda would let it go either. She's too invested in these kids' lives." I caught a whiff of Stan's feta scent a moment before he appeared next to She
Sally was still frowning at her laptop screen, and she didn't smile at me when she looked up at me entering the conference room. "Come sit over here next to me, Elena," she said. I sat down, folding my hands in my lap. I waited. After a moment of looking off into space, Sally finally spoke. "What is it about this story? Why can't you let it go?" It wasn't what I expected, and it took me a moment to get my brain working again. "I'm also an orphan," I began. "But I'm lucky. The place I came from was well-supported. Our city orphanages, well, there's something going on that's not right. They're having trouble with basic operations, and it's putting the kids at risk." Sally was quiet. I assumed this meant she wanted more, and I rushed to fill the silence. "I have something else I'm working on if you really don't like it, but I honestly think it would work for Social Scene because it has a good combination of heart-warming and..." "You say something is going on?" she in
"Elena." Sally's firm voice made me look up from my computer. She was standing at the entrance to my cubicle, frowning down at me. I hadn't seen her since she ran out of the conference room the night before, and seeing her again made me nervous. "Hi, Sally." She looked at me with a frown, and my stomach dropped to my toes. I was sure she was going to fire me. "How much of that article do you and Matilda have ready?" It took me a second to comprehend her words. "I'm done. I just need an editor to look it over and Matilda will attach the photos for final approval." Sally nodded. "Okay. Please send the draft to me as soon as you can." "Thank you," I start, but she is already walking away. As soon as she is out of earshot I do a silent scream of happiness, pumping my fists in the sky and kicking my feet. Then I stop, take a breath, and stand as calmly as I can. Glancing around, I saw that no one had seen me. I went toward Matilda's cubicle and tried but couldn't help
"It think it's fine, Charles. I would have smelled someone if they were here!" Charles ignored me, sticking his head under my bed and then proceeded to the bathroom. He looked in the bathtub, and even the cupboard where the extra towels were. "Now you're just snooping," I said, laughing at the way he searched every closet and cupboard, like a hound dog looking for clues. "It's important!" he said, trying to keep a serious face as he rifled through my coats in the hallway closet. That's when I realized he was actually stirring up my scent, moving around my things to release it and enjoying surrounding himself with it, as if he were spritzing himself with fragrance. I sat on the couch and watched him, his large, strong form in my house, like a dream from my teenage years. Back then I wouldn't have cared if he was just using me as a scent object. I would have thought it was worth it. Now, however, I had too much at stake. My self-esteem, my reputation, I had learned to stan
"Wait a minute!" I put a hand against his chest. "I didn't say yes. In fact, no." "What do you mean, 'no'?" He was looking at me in confusion, the apron half pulled off over his head, the cupcakes cooling on the rack beside him mixing with his scent and overwhelming me with delicious smells. Yes, what do you mean no, Elena? Are you crazy? His eyes cleared in realization. "Elena, I meant spend the night on the couch. What did you think I meant?" I felt stupid, but gestured at the apron which he was still removing. "Oh." He paused and thought. Then he smiled. "Okay, yes, I admit it probably looked like I was stripping right now in front of you but I promise I'm a more subtle lover." I nodded, mute, thinking maybe it wasn't such a horrible thing if he stayed after all. He sensed my vacillating and stepped closer. "Even if you stay on the couch..." My voice came out in a squeak. I cleared my voice and started again. "Even if you stay on the couch, it will look a certai
For one moment after I arrived in the garden, the sun blinded me, and then my eyes cleared. Before me spread an amazing event: the wedding of our country's princess.It still hadn't fully sunken that I was that princess.The guests sat in orderly rows of brilliantly white chairs festooned in lovely shades of blue and lavender. I had chosen them because they most reminded me of the moon, and I wanted to honor the goddess at this event, as well. Without her, I would not only not have been at this wedding, but I wouldn't have been alive. She had done so much for me. The least I could do was throw a little recognition her way.I clutched the bouquet in my hand, and Theo hooked his arm through my elbow. “Are you ready?” he asked.“I'm ready.”We took a step toward the altar on the red carpet spread out in front of me, and the music swelled. The quartet played a beautiful melody full of promise and love.I didn't see the people looking at me, specifically, only that all eyes were on me. My
I signed and kept my head tipped back, inviting him to kiss my neck. Charles obliged, working himself inside me with the magic he always seemed to conjure up, driving my excitement higher. My heels fumbled for a place to rest, and finally, I settled for wrapping my legs around him, gripping his hips with my thighs and locking us together.Charles groaned and pulled us as tightly together as possible. And I wouldn't let him go. This left his movements small but the pleasure intense.His rubbing quickly brought me to orgasm, and I tried not to make too much noise and call attention to what we were doing. I really didn't want to be held in contempt for defiling the judge's bench or some such.A moment later, Charles got his release. He stepped back and tided himself, allowing me to do the same.“Now,” he asked with a grin, “Are you ready to go outside and face your adoring public, my princess?”“As long as you're by my side, I can face anything,” I agreed, hopping off the judge's bench.
“Of course,” Queen Yarrow said, “details like training successors aren't left to chance. The king and I already had arrangements made for a royal tutor, assuming that I would get pregnant one day. I'll connect you both with him. Hopefully, you can get started right away.”“So?” I asked the judge. How exactly does this work? What do you mean? She asked, looking quizzically at me. “I mean, what do I do with myself? Where do I go from here? When does all of this happen now?”She said, “The king will be escorted out of Orlune. They're probably already helping him pack. From there, he'll be on the next flight off the vampire kingdom. You get to move straight into the castle if you wish. It's essentially your house now.”“There's no, there's no legal paperwork or anything like that?” I babbled. “It just seems so abrupt.”The judge grinned. “I'll have all of that taken care of taken care of for you. So you don't have to worry about it, your majesty.”“Come, my dear,” Queen Yarrow said, putti
By now, the king’s lawyer had a hand on his shoulder, whispering furiously in his ear. The king gripped the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles were white. And if he could have turned people to stone with a look like a gorgon, the judge and I would already be statues.Still, the judge spoke as if unafraid. “The former king will serve out his sentence off the shifter continent, in the vampire countries,” she announced.A murmur went up from everyone in the gallery at that, but the judge held up her hands. “I chose that location specifically. It has been a standing tradition for generations upon generations that vampires and werewolves do not get involved in one another's politics.”“I would imagine he will find it very difficult to sway anyone into doing his dirty work for him in a country that holds itself neutral. Thereby providing anyone in Orlune that the king feels has wronged him in the safest position that I am able to leave them in.”Further murmurs rose up from the crowd, a
I hadn't even caught my breath when Charles scooped me up in the hardest hug I'd ever gotten from him. It was so hard that it almost drove the remaining air from my lungs.The rest of that morning flew by as Charles and Gwen helped me to avoid questions I couldn't answer from the press while Theo, David, and the other four guards pushed a path through the paparazzi so we could navigate our way back to the safehouse.We decided it was better to stay there than go back to our apartment, yet, at least until we made sure that any of the king's remaining supporters were under control.Gwen wore a mysterious smile on her face for the rest of that night and into the following morning. But I couldn't get her to confess to what she was up to. We'd barely finished breakfast when someone knocked on the door.Gwen hurried to answer it and admitted two people who took my breath away. One of them was Cathy!Since I didn't know the other, I ran straight to Cathy, hugging her as tightly as I could. T
It took me a long time to fall asleep that night, plagued both by worry and growing apprehension over how the next day was going to play out. It could end up being the longest, most brutal day of my life, if I had to spend it waiting and wondering what the jury was going to decide.Worse, what if they took weeks? Months? I’d go crazy before I found myself free from this mess.When we woke in the morning, Charles distracted me by teasing me in every possible way before bringing me to yet another overwhelmingly intense orgasm. I would never have thought that pleasure and pain could be such close neighbors, but he managed. However Charles and I were connecting in bed right now, it was certainly coming very close to more than I could handle.Theo must have told the chef what my favorite foods were because when Charles and I left the bedroom, breakfast was waiting for us. And it was one of my favorites. Belgian waffles with lots of fresh strawberries and whipped cream.I sat down and ate r
I kissed Charles, and he pulled back, eyeing me. “Should we be careful or anything?” he asked. “You know, for the baby.”I shrugged. “It's not like I've been pregnant before, but I would guess not. The doctor didn't say anything about that.”“And you haven't even searched things like that online yet?”I shook my head. “How could I? I've been so busy, not to mention the fact that I'm trying to keep certain people from finding out.”“Then we'll go slow and be careful,” he said.His kisses came soft and gentle, and his caresses all over my body were the same. Keeping secrets from him had been a bad idea. Now that they were out in the open, just these small touches made the connection between us feel so much more real as if I had closed some invisible distance between the two of us.This drove me to smash our lips together, desperately seeking the rest of the connection that I hadn't even realized I'd been missing.He chuckled and pushed me back. “What happened to taking it easy?” he teas
All of a sudden, a whisper of a breeze rippled through the courtroom and around my head, whispering reassurance in my ear. This breeze wrapped itself around me and then swirled out into the courtroom, where it produced an answering wind of murmuring whispers. Suddenly, everyone was shaking their heads, turning toward one another. Members of the jury shook their heads as if trying to clear them.Again, I heard a whisper in my ear, and I recognized the voice of the moon goddess. “Don't fear,” was all she said. And then her presence was gone. But the entire courtroom, everybody in the gallery, the jury, the judge, the lawyers, and even the king had all relaxed.The judge brought her gavel down and dismissed the jury to go deliberate. But this time, I wasn't frightened. The goddess had never steered me wrong yet. And she told me not to fear, that I needed to trust her and the fate surrounding her and me.I scurried out of the witness stand and back to my spot beside Mr. Wilcox. “What was
When I exited the bathroom, the importance of the day hit me in full measure. Today I was going to court. What and God's name was I supposed to wear?Someone knocked on the door, and I wrapped my towel tighter. “In a few minutes,” I called.“Elena?” I recognized Gwen's voice. “I brought you a suit for today. May I come in?”“Yes,” I said.She opened the door and entered the bedroom.“I'm just fresh out of the shower.” I bit my lip, feeling foolish. As if she couldn't gather that by my wet hair. But I seem to need something to fill the silence.She held up a garment bag. “You'll want to look your best today,” she said.I let Gwen dress me, taking comfort in the fact that she knew her way around important functions as a luna. When she finished, she grabbed my face and gave my forehead a kiss.“Do exactly what the lawyers, Charles, and I tell you to,” she said. “I don't want you to leave my son a widower before he's even officially married.”I patted her hands, which still rested on my c