Grace Sunlight, pale and hesitant, crept through the curtains, rousing me from sleep. I hadn’t dreamed, but I wouldn’t have called it an easy sleep. The warmth made it hard to open my eyes, anchoring me in sleep, but when Charles stirred, I couldn’t help it. The scent of blood was a lot fainter, a
I nodded. “I can see how that would be irritating.” He snorted, opening his closet. “Most recently, they’ve started playing war games with the vampires. Putting their pups up to try and disrupt the hard-won peace we’ve had with them.” He shook his head, shifting through his clothes. The anger in
Grace I bit my lip as his eyes heated. "Always." He kissed me again. “I’m sorry to have worried you. Things got hectic, but I’ll do better.” I dropped my gaze. “It’s okay. I… I know I’m just sort of over-worrying.” “A bit,” he said. I scowled at him. “But you’re not going to stop over-worryi
“Can you hear me?” “Yeah.” “Good. Shoulders back. Keep the phone in hand and lab coat over your arm. Look busy, not harried. Glide, like a seasoned fencer.” I smiled at his tone. “Like dealing with Carson?” “Exactly like dealing with Carson. It’s a magical phone, Amira’s. I’ll have George ca
Grace He flushed as I stood. The nerve of this asshole. “I believe we’re done with this conversation. Unless you’d like to talk about purchasing medical supplies for your… pack’s endeavors? Though, I suspect we already supply you.” His amber eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance flitting acros
“How do you figure that?” I stared at the ceiling. “His father… gave him no choice. Took away that choice. I had all the choices in the world, and had I made different ones… He and Eason would have never gone through… at least a large portion of what they did.” I sighed. “Maybe it was always meant
Grace My fingers drummed as I considered not answering it. I didn’t recognize the number. It didn’t even look like a number that I had ever seen. Amira started typing and glanced at it. She frowned. “It’s a Clan call.” Weird. How’d she know that? I answered it. “Hey, love.” I smiled at Charl
Charles had said it was just a matter of vampire culture, but still. I groaned. “What?” “I’m…My brain is being… difficult.” He chuckled. “It’s good that you recognize that. If you want to talk about it, we can.” “Later." I sighed. “After a stiff drink and maybe some time to sort it all out i
I nodded. "Don't let me trip." "I'll do my best." With a shared laugh, we headed out the door. Esme was there at the door, hanging back. Gracian stepped away from me and linked arms with her. "We'll see you soon." I nodded and watched them go. We stood in the foyer of the building. From wh
Grace A month later... After the attack, the remaining members retreated into the cabinet to figure out what to do. After all, the other half and the president had been killed in the attack because they attacked Mooncrest. Luckily, Astarte had simply fixed everything, and aside from the aches an
Fire spilled over the doors as we fought our way down the stairs. Something swiped my cheek, but I didn't heed it. We stumbled over the bodies and slipped in the blood. I tried not to think about how many people I'd killed. I didn't want to think about it. "Back up is coming, but we need time, "
Grace I heard dying screams as I ran. The sound of battle echoed down the hallway. I found Astarte holding a group of attackers off at the door of the other stairs. "There was no way off." Astarte snarled. "Your mother's office! Lock the door." "What about--" "Go!" I bit my lip and ran
"A good PR move comes with a splash of fun." Astarted nodded forward. "I believe you should get to your command room, yes?" I nodded and headed upstairs to my father's office, adrenaline pumping through my veins. An attack, contained or not, was a serious threat. The city needed to be locked dow
Grace As we boarded the crowded bus, a knot of unease tightened in my gut. Astarte made a show of being intrigued. She smiled for every photo and seemed genuinely delighted, all the while, she explained her plan. I promised to help you. PR is important. Having me here will get you attention beyo
"Thanks." "Really well," Xavier said, setting his laptop on the table. On one side was a report on my interview, a headline streamed across the bottom. "Alpha Wolfe: A Beacon of Hope in Dark Times." Below it, a graph charted a dramatic rise in public approval for both myself and Wolfe Medica
Grace A nervous flutter danced in my stomach as I smoothed out the wrinkles on my blazer. I'd rather be orienting all the students, including the bright-eyed Westridge students, but Xavier and Amira swore up and down that this was for the best. Charles leaned into my office and grinned. "Nervous
I set my phone down and scoffed. When had my alma mater allowed so many idiots since I'd been an undergrad? Their loss. The lycans, humans, and witches had no problem. Seraphina, Margaret and I met everyone who had signed on in the conference room at City Hall. The excitement was palpable as the n