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
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I smiled anyway. His eyes twinkled. "You have no idea what I'm talking about." I winced. "Was it... obvious?" "A little." He lifted a shoulder. "It's a lycan wine, rather hard to get. Le Noire must have a good middleman." He grinned. "I wonder if
Grace "Why Mooncrest?" I frowned. "I think you know enough to know that I can barely keep my own pack together." He shook his head. "You are learning who is actually pack and who is not. That's not the same. And everyone loves an underdog story. Aside from that, you produce over half of the medi
"How was yours?" The question hung in the air for a few moments before Charles blinked. His expression softened. The light vanished from his eyes, leaving a relieved and clear green as he smiled at me. "Good. More dramatic than I anticipated but productive... Isolde, who is that platonic trouble
Grace A few days after my dinner with Gabriel, we met again. I wasn't sure he was prepared for me to show up in the hotel lobby with a bus card for him, but he took the card with a smile and good humor. "I promised you a proper tour." He nodded and tapped his card. "That you did." He listene