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
As the movie credits roll, Marcus reluctantly heaves himself up off the couch and takes the empty wine bottle to the recycling bin. I follow, yawning, with our empty wine glasses."Well, I suppose I should get back to my own rooms," Marcus says, lingering in the kitchenette. "It would be the scandal of the century if I was to be found leaving here in the morning.""You'd think werewolf etiquette would be a little more caught up in the 21st century," I say, not wanting him to go, either.
I'm in the hospital for a few days before the doctors are ready to release me. In that time, I haven't found a way to tell Marcus who I really am, even though I know deep down that Kent and Emmett are right that it's probably time.However, I just don't know how to do it. I'm so shaken by the fire, more so than I have been by any other act of violence or criminal set up by Charles and his goons so far. A psychiatrist at the hospital has come by to talk to me a few times, and has recommended counseling.
Charles slams his fist down on the desk in his hotel room. He's transcended beyond fury and has reached some sort of state of near hysteria. How is it that all of his plans go so terribly wrong?He had been evacuated from the mansion the night of the fire, the same as everyone else, but it took until morning for him to get any definitive news on the outcome of what should have been his most foolproof plot yet.Dr. Evelyn is still alive. How? It boggles the mind. He had the lock
"Let's look at what we have so far," Liam suggests. Daisy, Liam, Emmett, Jeanette, Marcus, and I all sitting around the living room of my suite, drinking hot, sweet mugs of tea and trying to figure out where to go from here."Do we have enough for the human police yet?" Daisy asks. "With my testimony and the recording of Charles's confession, surely that should be enough to get him locked away for good?""And it should be enough for the Werewolf Council when it comes to Joel's involvemen
The silence following my confession seems to stretch on forever. Marcus and Liam are frozen, staring at me without blinking. I'm frozen, my heart thudding so loudly that I can hear it echoing in my ears.It's probably only a handful of seconds, but it feels like hours. The longer the frozen silence stretches, the more I start to panic. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I should have at least planned this better, instead of just blurting it out like this!I think I'm going to
"It's terribly convenient for you, Marcus, that your paramour owns an entire villa for you to move into at the drop of a hat," Liam grumbles the next day as he helps us wheel our suitcases to the elevators. "Some of us are going to be in this bloody hotel for the next decade, if the fire department has anything to say about it.""It's not the fire department's fault that Nicole's ex-boyfriend is a psychotic arsonist," Marcus responds, shooting me a wicked little grin. I whack his arm playfully.