"Is everything underground taken care of?" "Seraphina is leading it. I think they'll have the rift closed by the end of the day," he sighed. "I'm having the sewers swept again for bombs." "I'll need to increase the security measures," I said. "And audit the police force for Blood Moon sympathize
Grace Eason blinked once and then again. The glow of his eyes wavered and flickered, but the hue they had been before didn't return. The grey started to turn colder, clearer like starlight. His brow furrowed as his eyes shifted around the room. They settled on Ethan for a moment before drifting to
Charles turned to them. "Elanor, good to see you. I didn't expect to be seeing you when I made the call." She smiled. "It was of special interest, much like the other case. Is he here? Still concious?" Charles nodded toward the door. "I think he's trying to give his final goodbyes now." George
Grace "Eas'?" My heart leaped at the sight of him, and a mixture of relief and scolding words was on my lips. "I-- What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on bed rest at the hospital!" He had some sort of brace on his arm, a crutch under his arm, and a cooler with a briefcase
I scoffed. "Oh, the woes of having two attractive men worrying about you." "I know, right?" He grinned, scoffing. "Next thing you know, they'll be clamoring to lick syrup off me." "What?" He shrugged. "I'm brainstorming my rewards, Grace. But enough about that, let's talk about how to keep Alp
Grace I had never realized what it would be like to work with Eason so closely. He was direct, quick-witted, insightful, and utterly ruthless. He called me on my shit, but he wasn't mean about teaching me the things I didn't know. By the time he was out of ice cream and George was calling to pick
"Eason." "I've been told that the jiggle is the best part of hitting it from the back." He tucked a bookmark into the book and closed it before looking at me, "What's on your mind?" I looked away. "What are you reading?" "How to Teach My Sister Better Evasions Tactics." I scowled at him. "
Grace George had hustled Eason off to bed just as Eason started slurring his words and had finished eating again. It hadn't even been an hour after our lap-pillow heart-to-heart, but since Eason had given in without a fuss, I wasn't too worried. When I got up this morning, Eason was still asleep,