Grace As I walked into the conference room and heard Cecil’s voice, I couldn't help but smile. Charles looked utterly pleased with himself with Richard in his arms, seemingly sleeping. Eason was sitting across the table from Cecil at his laptop. "Is that so?" I asked. "I'm so sorry I'm late."
I frowned. We'd talked about it briefly, but to have it happen so suddenly put me on edge. With Blood Moon and everything else that was going on, I didn't want to chance doing something that would ruin the little progress I made. I opened the dashboard Amira set up for me to track the major goals.
Charles I settled into my seat and shifted Richard so he lay more comfortably on my chest. He didn't even stir. I wasn't sure if he'd just exhausted himself playing with other children. I opened the email Grace forwarded me and wondered if she had read it. I suppose we'd see soon enough. The R
I thought of Astarte and shook my head. No. He'd made an enemy of witches long before now. "What do you do for surgery then?" I asked. "Keep people unconscious until the last possible moment," Eason said. "And make sure they're deeply unconscious before doing anything." I shook my head. "That
Grace After we'd talked a bit more, Eason's timer went off. Cecil gathered all of her papers and put them in the accordion folder Charles had reserved for her. My heart melted as I realized she'd decorated it. It made me think of my own binder. She slid down from her seat and came to throw her arm
My lips twitched. "Tell me that… after I get through this call." He chuckled. "I think I'll have something different to say to you then." After I got off the phone with Charles, I took a deep breath and went through the Inter-Pack Registry to search for the Duncan alpha's line. I dialed the numb
Grace I headed home later than I expected between typing up some loose ends with Wolfe Medical and staying a little longer to get a few assignments for classes done. As I entered the house, I was greeted with the warm family quiet of home. Then, I felt the tug of the compulsion. Esme's magical c
"Really?" I asked. "I would have thought girls weren't allowed to play those kinds of games." He chuckled. "Werewolves might care about the gender of their warriors, but lycans don't." I thought back. "I guess… that's why mom was so supportive of me joining the fencing team." I sighed again. "