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.
"Do I look all right?" I ask Marcus in our bedroom at the villa. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, smoothing my navy blue dress over my hips. "I've never been to a Werewolf Council before; I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to wear.""You look fantastic," Marcus says, coming up behind me to tug my zipper all the way to the top of my dress. "Very professional. A real Alpha's Heir wife.""Fiancee," I say with a smile. I tuck a curl - now back to its original brown - behind my ear. M
A week later, I'm starting to feel like I've really settled into my new life full of possibility and hope. Things are so much easier now, and not just because I don't have to hide who I am anymore.As soon as Charles was taken away by police and chucked into jail where he belongs, awaiting his trial in the human court system, it was like a black cloud of despair and tension finally lifted from over my head.It's time for me to move on, into my new life, with my new family and friends.
The next morning, Marcus and I are having coffee in the villa kitchen when my phone rings again. I tense up and check the caller ID to make sure it's not my father again, and I heave a sigh of relief when I see that it's Jack Darlington."Hey, Jack," I say when I answer the phone. Marcus raises his eyebrows at me in question, and I shrug. "What's up?""What's up is that I have some fantastic news for you," Jack says at the other end of the line. There's a rush of traffic and voices in th