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
"I've been thinking about it..." "You want a fair trade?" I flushed. "Well... yes." "Don't be embarrassed. I've been thinking about what would actually be fair, and given the shift in your pack, I think the best thing I can offer is how to navigate this coming shift." I frowned as we headed
CharlesAs I sat at my desk in the dimly lit office, the soft glow of the computer screen casting an eerie blue light across the room, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation. It was an unusual feeling for me, considering the list of names I was reviewing for the next open court day