Dear Readers, Apologies for beginning the update so late into the week after leaving ending on that cliffhanger. I haven’t done one of these in a while, but this past week was hectic (celebrated my birthday!) so I’m doing this check in/PSA because I’ve really missed talking to you all. So many things happening in this chapter Poor Carlos gone, and then who is the hooded attacker? Let me hear your theories/thoughts. In the meantime, we’re almost hitting the 300K word count mark + reads milestone. Thank you all so, so much for the continued support. I am humbled. — Mathieu. (PS: There should be five or six updates this week!)
Layla’s POVPain.It came in various forms and textures, and even though I had come in contact with some of them, there was always something new to stumble on. This was what I discovered as the blade pierced through my calf, scraping bone on its way. But that wasn’t all. The feeling of silver in
He didn’t smile at me—after the events of the morning so far, I doubted he would be able to. But then he didn’t need to. In his gaze I saw everything he left unsaid, and after a beat I gave him a slight nod.The sound of another grunt interrupted the intimate moment, and immediately Hector’s express
Layla’s POVLed by my mate, our procession made the slow, winding journey to his office, and beyond the sounds our feet made trudging over the grassy plains with the wind blowing, everything else was eerily quiet. While this only heightened the tension we were all feeling, I saw it as a necessary e
The bond between us, riddled with such pure hate on her, was practically nonexistent, so the question of communicating through the mindlink was nonexistent. If I were officially Luna, after getting Marked, then maybe it would’ve been possible. But I wasn’t.Still, the sentiment must’ve resonated i
Layla’s POV“Springfield, Oregon,” Marcia said in a voice so low, one might have termed it a whisper if the words didn’t carry to all of us in the room.But then, the hush that’d fallen over the space was no joke, and as Marcia continued to fill us in on what she’d found out about Gina, it remained.
I didn’t envy them; the first time, from my experience, had resulted in an infuriating, almost painful sensation at the back of my skull that lasted for close to three days.Kane had explained that it was a side effect of forging his mind to mine with no prior connection, and when I baulked he smile
Hector’s POVCarlos’s funeral was a sombre affair, and as Delphine’s clear, high voice broke into the traditional mourning dirge; I felt a pressure begin to build-up at the back of my eyeballs.I blinked several times until it eased, and beside me Layla gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. It had bee
We scheduled a video call, and now, seated at my desk preparing to call her, I felt like I would puke up the little food Layla had managed to make me force down at any moment.Gina accepted on the first ring, and as her familiar face filled up my laptop’s screen, my heart gave a violent twist as her