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. "
Charles "Gabriel is a good choice," I said, nodding, grinning at her. "Seems like you comprehended more than you're giving yourself credit for." She lifted her head proudly. It made me think of Cecil when she managed to get something right. I couldn't help but lean over and plant a kiss on her c
She bit her lip. I could see her trying to figure out what to say. It was obvious she was nervous, and I couldn't blame her. She'd never been around vampires before. She'd only just left the States with me, and that had been tame by all counts. "It's alright if you're not ready to answer or go. I
Grace The winter morning twinkled outside my office window. Gabriel answered the phone, sounding more awake than I had expected, warm and oddly cheery. "You're a morning person, aren't you?" "I haven't slept," Gabriel chuckled. "I'm on my third cup of coffee, actually. If you're calling about