Yeah. The man I already had who made delicious food, did laundry, loved my kids, and supported me. Still, maybe, just maybe, he was trying to be friendly. Supportive? "Though it would have been nice if you dressed up a bit for dinner here." I blinked at him. Did he think this was a date? I alm
Grace Jackson had gone back to watching the news footage until the very end, and I had watched his emotions flickering across his face. It kept me up that night far more than Charles’ absence. My heart wanted to believe him, but my instincts were screaming that he might not be rallying in the stree
I laughed. “I love your spirit, and your boyfriend sounds like a treat. How are the transfers in looking? Settling well? I want to grant at least another full round for orientation soon.” She nodded. “Settled, thriving, applying for jobs. New students in schools, etc. I’ve pre-sorted about that num
Charles I could hear the smile in Grace’s voice when she answered as I sunk into the plush cushions of the seated lounge of the Savoy. The restaurant was nothing short of exquisite, a testament to lycan craftsmanship and wealth. Its interior was adorned with captivating lycan art, polished stone,
Moonblood had new roads in some of the smaller towns. The wheat farms had gotten hit a bit hard from a winter storm, but they had enough stored from the previous harvest to be more than fine. I was proud of how far Isolde had built up her Clan. So, it made it even harder to understand what she cou
Charles I sighed and shook my head as I heard Tessa growing closer. One day, Isolde would cease to find enjoyment in stirring the drama of my relationship with Tessa, but I had a feeling that it truly would be the day Tessa died. As Tessa stormed into the room, her presence alone seemed to cast
She stammered. "My issue is why?" I said. "You have my number, Tessa. I have never lied to you. Never hidden anything from you. Never made it so you could not reach me. Why resort to this when you could have just asked?" Her jaw trembled. Her eyes darted from side to side, but not once did I see
Grace As I dressed for the meeting, my thoughts kept circling back to that woman on the phone with Charles. Platonic trouble is what he called her. I told him I trusted him, but even I could feel how hollow the words sounded. It had been a few days since then, and Charles hadn't called me. I'd got