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