[William’s POV] I sit quietly, watching the man in front of me as he takes a sip of coffee. Since my arrival, he has remained silent, and I can’t help but wonder if he is suspicious of something. If he was, that would be problematic for my purpose. When I woke up this morning, I fully intended to
[Rosco’s POV] “WHAT?” I roar, rage rushing through. “How the hell can that be possible? Where the fuck were the guards when this was happening?” “About that…” Warren responds, his unease clear on his face. “Nevermind, I don’t even need you to answer. Fuck!” Dammit. This had to all be preplanned
[William’s POV] I lean against the wall, watching while Uncle Hamilton fusses over Aunt Naomi. Since we arrived, she has remained unconscious, but her vitals were good and strong, so she could wake up at any time. Tearing my gaze away from them, I take in Elise’s unmoving form and feel something i
“Babysitter?” I repeat, raising a brow. “I don’t remember volunteering to watch children.” For a moment, Elise doesn’t speak as she takes me in, and when a smile begins to spread across her face, I feel my heart do a flip. “So you aren’t always uptight.” She says, locking her gaze with mine. “That
[Elise’s POV] Shock rolls through me as my head presses against William’s firm chest and the sound of his heartbeat invades my ears. What was this? What was he doing? As these thoughts appear, his strong hand comes to rest on my back and begins to rub gentle circles. The action is both soothing an
[Denali’s POV] I sit alone, listening to the sounds of movements outside of my door while cradling Serenity against me. Even though I wanted to get up and help with dealing with the funerals for those who were killed by my father’s evil scheme, I knew that I was still much too weak, especially afte
[Rosco’s POV] “She’s being protected just fine.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop, and as I reach my father, a look of amusement crosses his features. “Not well enough.” That is all he says before he begins to move, making his way out of the room and back down the hall where my mo
[Rosco’s POV] My father doesn’t speak as he examines me carefully. It’s almost like he is wondering if I knew the answer and just wanted to hear it from his mouth. “Are you really asking me that?” He finally says, relaxing in his seat. “Isn’t it obvious?” “Obvious how?” I demand. “You threatened