[Elise’s POV]My eyes fly open and my breath comes in puffs as I sit up on my cot and begin to look around while the images I just witnessed continue to dance in my mind.“What was that?” I gasp, wiping away the cold sweat that soaks my skin. “What did I just see?”Frowning, I try to push away the f
[Rosco’s POV] A bloody, red light bleeds into the room around us, coloring the floor and furniture to match the mood of the evening. On the bed, sitting in the middle of the room, Denali groans with pain as sweat covers her forehead and her body tenses. “Just a bit more,” Cecile, Denali’s midwife,
[Rosco's POV] I watch William’s retreating form for a moment longer before turning and heading back into the room where Denali is watching my mother cradle Serenity. When both ladies eyes come to rest on me, I place a smile on my face. “What do you think?” I ask, making my way over to my mother. “
“She’s beautiful,” she murmurs, letting Serenity’s tiny fingers wrap around her own. “It’s good you came out looking like your mother and not your dad.” “What?” I growl, taking immediate offense. “Are you trying to say that I’m ugly?” “Something like that,” Elise chuckles. “Sorry, mister, but you’
[Elise’s POV] “Alright,” I announce, fixing my gaze on Rosco. “Why did you want to get me alone?” As I speak, I yank my arm free of his hold and press my hand against his chest. “Did you want to rethink that rejection?” “Don’t be absurd,” he growls, smacking my hand off. “You know damn well that
As he speaks, the door to Denali’s room opens, and William comes rushing out with a look of shock on his face. When he spots us, he rushes forward and wraps a hand around Rosco’s wrist. “Rosco,” he hisses, attempting to pry his hand from my throat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you k
[William’s POV] I don’t fight Elise as she begins to lead me away from my brooding cousin. While we move, I can feel his gaze burning into my back and know that when I return later, I’m going to have to deal with his wrath, but given the tense atmosphere between the two earlier, this was for the be
[William’s POV] I climb into my car and pull out my phone, checking my messages from the day, and am shocked to find a number that I don’t recognize. Frowning, I click on it and then feel my eyes widen as I take in the message on the screen. Meet me at the old pub on Burben Street. There is neith