Morning came far too soon and far too cold in lisa’s opinion. Her feet felt like ice blocks and she doubted she’d be able to walk properly even to where the horse was tethered. After a quick breakfast they were packed and phillip was there tying her to her saddle again.She glared at him as he tied off the ropes but he simply stared her down. She still had his cloak on and she realised he must have slept all night without it. Part of her was grateful that she had it because she was convinced she would have froze without it, but she didn’t want to be grateful to him. She didn’t want to feel anything positive towards him. She wanted to hate him as much as he clearly hated her.As he took her reins and mounted his own horse she gritted her teeth ready for another agonising day in the saddle. Her thighs were alrea
“You should have taken more care.” James said after waiting for the servants to leave. He didn’t need anymore prying eyes or ears for that matter. He’d made sure the girl had been taken up to a secure room and was safely guarded. He’d even seen to it that she had a maid to look over her while she rested.“I did what was needed.” phillip replied tersely. He was damned if he’d be schooled by a Magi, even if it was James.“She’s half dead on her feet. You brought her here like she was some sort of traitor…”Phillip gritted his teeth and got up to pour himself a drink. The girl wasn’t the only one that’d had a hard journey, he thought but was immediately hit with a sense of guilt. James was righ
Lyra yanked the dark blue dress over lisa’s head even as she still muttered about not wanting to wear it.“It’s the blandest one there is.” lyra replied. “You said you weren’t going to wear anything fancy and this is it.”“By fancy I meant a dress.” lisa said as she looked down at herself. She looked like something out of a costume drama. In fact, she thought she’d fit right at home on the set of Robin Hood.“What else were you going to wear, a suit of armour?” lyra half giggled at her own joke and lisa knew it was no good.In the situation she was in this was the least of her problems and on the plus side at least they’d finally given her
Lisa stomped around her room in a grump. She’d spent half the night tossing and turning, trying to get her head around everything they’d said and everything they’d not said too.A part of her still didn’t believe she was Fate even though deep down she somehow knew it was true. But then a part of her didn’t care that it was true because it didn’t make any difference in terms of how she felt; she was still stuck in this place, still a prisoner or as good as. And what did this war matter to her anyway? Even if she was Fate why should she help them? Prince phillip had already said he didn’t trust her so why should she put her life on the line for them?“Have some breakfast. Sit down.” lyra said as she followed her round. Lisa sunk into one the chairs then immediately jumped back up. &
Morning came not a moment too soon in lisa’s opinion. She wolfed down her breakfast and could barely wait to be out of the room. It felt filled with the memories of last nights dreams. Filled with the nightmare of her old life that still clung around her like a bad odour.“Are you ready?” Mira asked as she pulled her cloak on.“Never been more so.” lisa said. She wanted to get to the gardens. She wanted to feel fresh air and remind herself that she was far far away from that school and in a completely different world from the one where Matt and Bianca existed.More guards followed behind their every step as they made their way down. Indi and Nela walked with them as though they were four companions out for a stroll rather than under their watch.
Lisa didn’t want to go to the ball. She had every intention of saying no but Mira had insisted that it would have been a hanging offence to refuse the High Queen. She thought about feigning a sickness but knew no one would believe it. She was stuck. She’d have to attend the damn thing whether she liked it or not.Mira had taken great pride in picking out a fabric for her dress; a deep shimmery red that offset against the gold streaks in her hair. But now that she had the dress on though she had some reservations; it was far to attention seeking for her liking and without wishing to be ungrateful to Mira she had a good mind to change into something paler and less noticeable. She fidgeted in front of the mirror trying to make the dress less ‘huggable’ to her frame.“You don’t have to wear it.”
One year later . . .“I look ridiculous,” I said as I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. “Why did I let you talk me into this?”“Hush up!” Gail commanded as she fussed with the silky white fabric that flowed like a waterfall over my hips and down my legs in a shimmering cascade. “I didn’t talk you into anything. You look beautiful, and you know it.”I did look beautiful, thanks to my trio of fairy godmothers – Gail, Agnes, and Tess – who had devoted the entire morning to my hair and make-up. I stared at my reflection; I didn’t look anything like myself. My normally stick-straight hair fell about my shoulders in glorious, shiny ringlets, and framed a face that belonged to me, but boasted eyes that appeared huge, luminescent, and more gold than brown. My cheeks were faintly pink, as were my lips.The dress was magnificent. Beautiful c
My head was pounding as I swam through the soup of sleep and dreams and into consciousness. The night had been long, and I had spent most of it either crying or shouting into my pillow. God, how I wanted this nightmare to be over! I forced myself to struggle to a sitting position, and it was only then that I realized my head wasn’t the only thing that was pounding. Someone was knocking on my door. Crap! I really wanted to wallow in self-pity right now. I didn’t have the time or the inclination to deal with whoever was out there.I flopped back down onto my bed and burrowed under the covers. The knocking stopped, thank heaven, but then my phone started buzzing. Damn, but someone was persistent! I groped on my side table, swearing as I knocked both the cell and the lamp onto the floor. I scrambled out of bed and snatched up the phone, hitting the answer button without bothering to check to see who was calling.“What?” I barked
Jason felt his skin crawl, looking at this horrid creature with stringy blond hair and Jessie’s hazel eyes.“So, if you wanted to hang on to Welling, why did you do it? Why the faked death? Why come back and kill so many people?”Gloria gave an inelegant grunt. “Adam was going down hard and I wasn’t going to go down with him. Who was going to associate with the wife of someone like him? I had to reinvent myself. I got a new face, a new name, courtesy of a few Swiss bank accounts he knew nothing about.Voila! A whole new me.”“But you didn’t change everything, did you?” Jason asked, his eyes raking over her golden pantsuit. Your signature color suits you. Bet you didn’t know you left a little of it behind with the governor’s body.”“The ME declared you legally dead,” I said. “He had proof that you died in that fire.”
Everything disappeared: The house, the cops outside, her nerves. All that existed were Jason and the delicious icy fire racing through my blood. He pulled back, leaving me panting and feeling quite bereft. I raised my arms and almost wrapped them around his neck, wanting to be closer to him, wanting even more. But then I remembered my heartache and let them fall. That would only lead to more pain.“I’m sorry,” he rasped, still catching his breath. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t worry about it,” I managed to whisper and turned away so he wouldn’t be able to read the doubt on my face. How was I going to stand this? How could I spend three hours teetering on the very edge of insanity? It would take so little to push me right over. I had to find a way to keep my mind busy.“Tell me about your family,” I said, not really sure why I was asking, but knowing anything was better tha
I was nervous, anxious to have the whole thing over and done with. I wanted to look my father’s killer in the eye. And I was ready to cut Jason Anders out of my life once and for all. After tonight, we could go our separate ways.I’m not sure why I was so angry, he had just proven to me what I had known all along. You can’t trust anyone but yourself. But I had trusted him. I had let down my walls enough to give him a peek inside. I had thought he was the one who would have my back. My mistake had been disastrous and humiliating, but I had learned my lesson.I stuffed my hurt deep down and looked at my watch, a scratched Timex that I had been meaning to replace for over a year, but had never gotten around to doing. It was only one o’clock. The day was crawling along at a maddening pace.I heard the thunk of my front door, accompanied by the clomp of heavy, booted feet. My back stiffened. Jason had returned, car
I snuggled my backside against warm, hard male and sighed in contentment. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so sated, both physically and emotionally. Emotion had never been a part of my love life. It was nice. I was surprised to discover I liked it. I wanted more. I didn’t know much about Jason, really. I knew he was handsome, smart, exasperating, and very sexy. I knew he was a hero from Louisiana who had a young daughter. I didn’t know his favorite food or what his mama called him. I wanted to know those things, which shocked me. Did I also want him to know all of my secrets? It shocked me even more to realize I did. After so many years of avoiding intimacy like a root canal, I now found myself craving it.What did I most want to know about this complicated man? His little girl. The answer came easily. I wanted to know about the most important thing in his life. A sharp stab of guilt pierced my heart. How could I want to make this little girl i
I snuggled my backside against warm, hard male and sighed in contentment. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so sated, both physically and emotionally. Emotion had never been a part of my love life. It was nice. I was surprised to discover I liked it. I wanted more. I didn’t know much about Jason, really. I knew he was handsome, smart, exasperating, and very sexy. I knew he was a hero from Louisiana who had a young daughter. I didn’t know his favorite food or what his mama called him. I wanted to know those things, which shocked me. Did I also want him to know all of my secrets? It shocked me even more to realize I did. After so many years of avoiding intimacy like a root canal, I now found myself craving it.What did I most want to know about this complicated man? His little girl. The answer came easily. I wanted to know about the most important thing in his life. A sharp stab of guilt pierced my heart. How could I want to make this little girl i
“Okay,” he said. “So, let’s hear your plan.”Shit! “I don’t have a plan, exactly,” I said. “It’s more of an outline.”“I’m shocked,” he deadpanned.“Look, smartass, we have too many villains and no way of knowing which one committed which crime. We do know that one of them wants me dead.” Jason flinched when I said this, but didn’t interrupt. “If we figure out a way to make him or her think they’ve got an easy shot at me, we’ll have ’em.”“And how do you propose we do that, seeing as how we don’t know who they are?”That was a good question, and I didn’t have an answer – at least not a good one. I did have an idea, but it was mediocre at best.“We make sure all of them know that I’m breaking into Cara’s house to
What?” he asked, confused by the quick change in tone and subject.“My head is too muddled right now to deal with more than one thing at a time,” I answered. “So, let’s get to work on solving my father’s murder. All cards on the table.”“Fine,” he said, heaving a sigh and sinking back into the hard hospital chair. “So talk.”“Uh-uh. I’ve already shared a couple of things. Now it’s your turn.”“I don’t think . . .”“All cards on the table,” I repeated. “I give you my word nothing will appear in print without your permission.”He raised one of his expressive brows.“Do you want a blood oath, or what?”A smile lit his beautiful face. “I don’t think we need to do anything that drastic. Besides, I hate the sight