*Blanca* “I need to get out of here.” It’s the only thought I can allow to enter my mind. It’s the same thought that has kept me going ever since I was old enough to understand that I am not like the others. I need to get the hell out of here and never look back. I’m sitting on my bed with my leg
Tears prickle in my eyes. I was afraid of that. After the owl swooped in, and I ran, I felt terrible because I knew he wouldn’t be able to get away. They must’ve assumed he did all of it because of the birds. “Crying isn’t going to do you any good, witch.” Kieran is angry, but his words are not as
*Kieran* I march down the hallway away from Blanca’s room, wondering what possessed me to go in there in the first place. I should’ve known better. Even that close to her, my mark still ached. As long as two mates who had marked each other continued to fight against the Moon Goddess’s plans, that w
I head to the refrigerator and pull out a couple of cold ones and walk over to him. By the time I’m sipping my beer and settled in the chair across from him, I remember what we were talking about before. “Escuro?” I ask him. He nods. “Yeah. My father wasn’t a commander when the raids into the othe
*Blanca* “It’s okay, Little Raven. I’m okay.” Mr. Blake’s voice sounds in my head, and I freeze, afraid to breathe. This isn’t just like when a person thinks they hear someone’s voice because it’s so familiar to them. No, this is completely different. It’s as if I’m on the phone–something I’m neve
“All it takes is a little faith–and recognition, my Little Raven.” I open my mouth to say more, but I hear a jingle in the door. “Someone’s here,” I whisper. Mr. Blake laughs in my head. “You can just think it. If you’re thinking of me when you have a message to send, I’ll hear you. I’ll always he
*Kieran* “Oh, my. That is a bright shade of pink.” My mother blinks her eyes a few times before sipping her wine again. She’s commented on Nessa’s dress at least five times since dinner started only a few moments ago. Every time she does, Nessa giggles and squeezes my hand beneath the table, as if
I’d still like an answer to our question, though. “Why didn’t you kill Blake then?” I take a sip of my wine, trying to sound unbothered. “Because… the old coward begged me not to kill him. I dragged him back here and locked him up in silver chains, hoping perhaps one day he’d use his powers to he