Grace The sterile environment of the lab seemed to close in on me as I stared at the instrument panel. My vision blurred, and I blinked away the fatigue that weighed heavy on my shoulders. The past days had been a whirlwind of sleepless nights and countless hours spent awake and avoiding going home
Seraphina burst into laughter as my face burned with embarrassment, and I packed my things to leave. As I exited the lab, the weight of my fatigue grew heavier until I was practically pouring myself into the backseat. There was a bag in the backseat. "Adult medicine," the driver said. I couldn't
Charles As I hung up, I closed my eyes and pictured Grace curled up in my bed in the palace, draped in the fine silks and furs that covered the bed, comforted by my scent lingering in the sheets. "Is she okay?" George asked from the front seat. "She's... adjusting." I bit my lip. "I regret leavin
"I assure you I don't either... Must have been his adoptive mother." He stopped and eyed me. "I suppose I don't have to say I will want to know more about that." I smiled. "I'd be happy to tell you over a drink." He nodded, and the guard by the door knocked and opened the door. Devin turned, grow
Charles Asher walked me down the hall to Amy's room. The guard knocked and opened the door. Though plain, her room was markedly different from the one where I had just spoken with Devin. There was a warmth to it, a subtle comfort that came from the softly crackling fire in the hearth and the conten
I swallowed, realizing that Devin had been in contact with Amy far longer than I thought. By the moon, when would it end? "I was worried when I heard him talking on the phone about the Choosing; he sounded nervous, but he said it was nothing, and then we went to have that press conference..." I fr
Grace The analysis had come out just fine. Seraphina and Margaret had laughed at me when I got back, embarrassed and smelling a bit like Charles' cologne, but it was in good fun. All that was left were some magical analysis tests to be done for viability and to tweak the supportive documents neede
The closer I got, the more I was certain that there was nothing but chaos waiting. After the last time I came home to the sound of pots and pans clanging together in the kitchen and the off scent of something not being quite right in a pot, I knew better than to hope. I rubbed my temples, willing my