Charles I took in her expression and the tangled mess of her scent. She'd had a long day. I didn't want to make it worse, but she deserved to know. There was also the fact that she was related to Asher to think about. "Let's talk about it. Is Eason awake?" She nodded. "I can get him." "Maybe
"I never said I wasn't." She scoffed, and then she frowned. "You said that... he would be free?" I watched as Grace's worry deepened, her thoughts clearly racing as she considered the possibility of Devin escaping justice. She might not want to think about Amy, but at least she wasn't clamming u
Grace Sunlight streamed through the window. I wasn't ready to get up. My whole body felt like goo. I could still feel Charles' tongue licking me, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of me until I could take him fully with one easy push. His fingers, warm and seeking, slipped over my hip and trailed
I slipped into the chauffeured car with more than enough time to make it to the restaurant without a problem. "I'm looking for the Mark table," I said. The hostess directed me to a table where a man was already seated. Fenris Mark seemed to ooze slime. His slicked-back hair and unnerving smile m
Grace I stormed into Wolfe Medical and headed down to the labs. My thoughts kept whirling, trying to remember if my father had said anything about the President. That medal of honor made me feel as though he had no problems with the President, but had he been dealing with the same President I was
"Eason, this is...this is horrific," I stammered, my voice quivering with a mixture of fear and fury. He nodded grimly. "This is kid stuff compared to what I'm sure they're going to put out." I looked at him and realized that he started to look feverish. Something in his ear kept flashing with a
Grace I awoke on the familiar, albeit uncomfortable, couch in the lab. The harsh overhead lights seemed brighter than usual, casting long, unwelcome shadows on the stark white walls. A bitter taste lingered in my mouth. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, I became aware of Margaret seated nea
Then, he walked past me as if he wasn't even going to wait for me to come up with an answer. Anger and frustration roiled off of him and stirred something in me: anger and pure indignation. "Where the hell do you get off getting on your high horse?" I hissed, stomping after him up the stairs to th