I've never thought of myself as a particularly materialistic person, as I've said before, but my god there sure are some things to appreciate about living in the Alpha's mansion.For one thing, my suite of rooms is absolutely gorgeous. I love my villa and would never want to give it up, but I can definitely appreciate the accommodations here, too.My bed is gigantic, for one thing. Plus, the mattress is down, making it the softest bed I've ever slept in. And the curtains on the
"Today's the day, Else," Daisy says, pinning her hair up in a messy bun and shimmying as best she can into the lightest, breeziest sundress she owns. It's a cheerful, billowing yellow, scattered over with white polka dots.Damn, but the third trimester is uncomfortable as hell. Daisy has never felt so hot and unwieldy in all her life. Everything seems to stick to her skin, and she can't seem to drink enough ice water to slow down the constant drip-drip-drip of sweat down her neck and small of her back.
"I still think this is a terrible idea," Kent hisses to me when I meet him at the front door of the mansion. He looks around the rich, cavernous foyer with unease. "I'm so out of place here, N–Evelyn.""It's going to be fine," I reassure him, putting one hand on his shoulder to nudge him toward the elevators."It's going to be a total disaster," Kent grumbles, but he trudges along anyway. We are the only two in the elevator, so Kent feels free to slump miserably against th
“That wasn’t so bad,” Kent admits as we leave the Alpha’s office together and head to my own.“I told you so,” I roll my eyes, nudging him with an elbow. “But you never listen to me.”“I listen to you all the time!” Kent protests. “I just didn’t – well, I didn’t expect this, for one thing. Plus, it’s not like you exactly have a head for the drug business. You went to prison for three years on accoun
“I don’t know that it’ll be enough for the police,” Marcus says to me early that evening, after Daisy has gone to lie down for a rest and the recording is in the grim-faced Alpha’s possession. “But it’ll certainly be enough for the Werewolf Council.”We’re in Marcus’s suite of rooms at the Mansion, eating dinner from trays sent up by Mrs. Potts and sharing a rather excellent bottle of red wine from the Alpha’s personal wine cellar. A rich Merlot – I savor it as I swirl it in my glass.
Becki calls me at work the next day. She’s sobbing so loudly on the phone that I can barely understand her – she’s borderline incoherent. I swallow my impatience as best I can while I try to get some sense out of her.Why she is calling me, I have no idea. I don’t know where she got this idea that we’re such great friends. I mean, sure, I’ve had a couple of lunches with her, but come on. She hardly knows me – well, as far as she’s aware, anyway.
Marcus is sitting in his own private office. He’s should be working, he supposes. Probably combing over the family accounts with a figurative fine-tooth comb, the way he knows he has to, to try to figure out how Charles is embezzling so much money without getting caught.But he’s finding it almost impossible to focus. His thoughts are all of Evelyn, like usual these days. He’s truly never met a woman like her before.Well, that’s not quite true. There was one othe
Even though Daisy, Marcus, and I talk for nearly two hours about Daisy's recent conversation with Joel, I'm no closer to feeling any better than I did when she first came to tell us about the threats Joel made against us all.There doesn't seem to be any good way out of this, for any of us. Nowhere seems safe, except maybe the mansion itself. Marcus has reassured me over and over that the Alpha's word is still law here, and that no one will try anything while he still lives.Still, knowi