Marisol thinks about Lily's words until night falls and darkness paints the corners of her room. It looked like keeping an eye on Cedric had worked, but uncertainty lingered. Could it really be that her presence had influenced a change in his actions? If so, why and how did that come to be? Maybe it
"Your wolf can crave all it wants. I won't be part of your twisted dinner plans."Cedric pauses to fix her with a penetrating gaze. "You're stubborn, I'll give you that. But hunger has a way of breaking even the strongest of wills."Marisol scoffs, eyes everywhere except at the feast spread out on t
There's a beat of silence where Cedric looks caught between a plethora of emotions he should be feeling at her answer until she adds, "But I won't be staying here either."Cedric chuckles, a low, menacing sound that bounces around in the expansive dining hall. "You're brave, I'll give you that," he
The next few days breezed past like the wind and Marisol would like to describe them as uneventful, but she knew it was far from that. As much as she hated to admit it, Marisol and Cedric had developed some sort of arrangement. They would spend their nights together in the throne room, with Marisol
There's a beat of silence where Marisol struggles to make sense of it all, and then, despite herself, Marisol bursts into an uncontrolled laughter, the sound holding a mixture of her relief and amazement at the completely unexpected turn of events as it spills out into the room like a joyous symphon
Fatigue seeps into her muscles, a yawn leaving her lips as she pushes to her feet and stretches wildly. Done for now, she tries to clean up the mess they'd made of the throne room, but Cedric's wolf follows again, nudging her stubbornly until she gives up.Earning her attention, it walks to the door
Marisol frowned, a scoff leaving her lips at the question and attitude, resisting the urge to roll her eyes back at Sophia. She makes a move to walk away, but Caleb steps forward, blocking her path."What did you do to keep Cedric at bay?" Caleb's voice is firm, his eyes piercing as he studied Maris
Looking back at it now, Cedric finds that he had no idea what had come over him that led him to interfere and stand up for her. All he knew was that he'd been overcome with a very violent anger, infuriated at the fact that Caleb's mate had been talking down to her. But why? Why had he felt the need
“Stop bluffing.” Marisol's smile dropped the moment the dagger slipped into her hands. “We both know that I'm not bluffing, witch.”Before Guinevere could react, Marisol drove the dagger into her heart in one forceful swing. Her eyes blew wide, and she fell right on top of Marisol, pained choking s
The air crackled with magic, and their surroundings became a battlefield of elemental forces. Marisol conjured torrents of fire, sending waves of intense heat crashing towards Guinevere. But Guinevere laughed, her own magic swirling around her like a shield as she countered with blasts of icy spears
Marisol ended up in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with ancient magic and foreboding. Her grip on the dagger tightened, its energy pulsing against her skin as if urging her forward.She didn't know where she was or how she got there. All she did was allow her senses to lead her, and it seemed th
By the time the truth had fully sunk in, Cedric was a whirlwind of fury and grief. He turned on Leticia, his eyes blazing with a primal rage as he grabbed her roughly, his grip like a vice around her throat."Cedric, stop!" Caleb's voice rang out, his tone commanding. "This won't bring Marisol back.
Caleb's brow pinched in concern as he took in Cedric's disheveled state. “How? Was Guinevere here?” He looked around frantically and found no sign of infiltration. He turned back to his brother. “Don't worry, we'll find her," he assured, his voice a steady anchor within the chaos that was Cedric's m
In the hushed stillness of the night, when the world lay shrouded in darkness and all was quiet, Marisol rolled out of bed. It was time.She knew what she had to do. A sense of duty pulsed through her veins, driving her from the warmth of her bed.Silently slipping out from beneath the covers, she m
Marisol's heart swelled with conflicting emotions at Cedric's declaration. His eyes, conveying his utmost sincerity, almost had her bursting into tears where she sat. Instead, she forced a smile, her applause joining in with the others, though inside, she felt a pang of sadness.“That's wonderful ne
A smile spread across Marisol's face as she turned around in his arms to face him. “Nervous? Why on earth…”“Okay, I was nervous on your behalf.” He admitted with a sheepish grin, and Marisol regarded him with a fond smile. “But Leticia was right. When we retreated, they prowled around aimlessly for
Marisol stepped out of Leticia's chambers with a million thoughts bubbling in her head. She didn't know if she wanted to scream or cry. Maybe she wanted to do both. It was so unfair. Her parents had told her she was destined for greatness. Was this fate's idea of greatness? To be made to sacrifice