“Don’t fucking say it!” I warn her, reaching for the pants next to me. “Not now.” “Well, you know I can’t be a Goddess-damn witch. I’m just as disgusted as you are.” She grabs a pair of shoes and thrusts her feet in them. Thankfully, she’s turned away from me while she does this, so I manage to get
*Blanca* Vomit rises up my throat as I wait as patiently as possible for Kieran to leave the tent. I can’t allow myself to think about what happened last night–what we did. If I do, I’m likely to throw up everywhere. Tears sting my eyes for so many reasons, I couldn’t possibly name them all. Here
His eyes cut right through me, squeezing my heart even harder than his fingers bite into my wrist. I don’t bother to try and wrench my arm away from him. “I told you I won’t,” I whisper. “I didn’t do this.” He tosses my wrist out of his grasp and wipes his hand off on his shirt like it’s covered
*Kieran* “Wh-what?” my father stammars as he stares at me standing in front of his desk, holding Nessa’s hand in mine. “Nessa is your… mate?” His face is ashen, his jaw slack, and in his eyes I see the disdain I feel in my heart–along with a great deal of uncertainty. I, too, know how that feels.
“Well….” Mother has one finger under her bottom lip, twisting it there. I know that look, but whatever evil thought has just slipped into her mind, there’s no way my father will let her say it aloud. He stops her with a deep growl in the back of his throat, and she drops it. For now. “You must be
*Blanca* I awake sometime in the middle of the night. When I first got back to my room, I took a long shower and scrubbed my flesh raw. Then, I got dressed in as many layers as I could and fell into bed, exhausted. My mind had gone crazy, even in my dreams, trying to sort out everything that had ha
As soon as I reach for the doorknob, the one on the right hops up. “Hey! You can’t go down there.” “Sure I can,” I tell him. “I’m the princess. I can do whatever I want.” “No, you can’t.” The one on the left is up now, too. “We have it on strict authority from the king himself not to let you down
*Kieran* The library smells like binding glue and old paper. I have no idea why anyone would ever want to spend more than a few moments here. When I was younger, our governess used to herd all of us in here–Anwen, Candace, Finn, Ingrid, and me. We’d sit next to her and listen to her read from story