Charles I waited, hoping that she wouldn’t be too upset. To be fair, all she knew was that Alpha Shadow was a member of the Noir Coven. It would make sense that she was. The gentle hum of the car filled the silence as George drove toward Silverlight. “That Noir Coven?” I chuckled. “There is on
I smirked as she hung up. “Why would you do that to Miss Grace?” Gregory asked. “Simple: she has to learn.” He sighed. “You didn’t do this with Devin.” I looked out the window. “I wasn’t old enough to be a decent parent, and Devin…” I sighed. Thinking of all the way I failed at raising him m
Charles Grace didn't call back. I had a feeling I wouldn't hear anything about it until this evening, but as we arrived at Silverlight, I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. I stepped out and headed into the building where we were keeping Ryon for interrogations. The pair of vampires who had j
“Does your father know?” He shook his head. “… Does Chief Redwood know?” He shook his head, and a bit of the tension eased out of me. At the least, I wouldn’t have to destroy the current family, maybe just a branch of it. Chief Redwood would likely choose to step down. “If you can… ask Eva t
Charles I headed down the stairs, shaking out the nerves and finding a bit of peace. “There should be an Eva coming to Silverlight. She’ll want to see Ryon. Let her through, but do your best to figure out who she is.” The lead Enforcer nodded. I walked to the meeting hall to meet Lucian. I sto
“Leave us for now.” They seemed to hesitate before nodding sharply and leaving us alone. He looked down at the cuff. “You are… really your father’s son.” My stomach flipped at the way his gaze softened. “You’ve got your mother’s sense of patience though…” His lips twitched. “I’m sure it’s serv
Grace Frustration gnawed at me. I stared at the blinking cursor on my screen, wishing that it would move. Words would appear, fill up the page and then I'd be free. My dissertation had been so slow-coming that it felt a bit like I'd never get it done. The words that should have been easy-coming we
“And you?” I asked. “You don’t have any friends.” He snorted. “I have a stupid number of friends, Grace. I can’t even begin to explain how I juggle all of them…How’s your dissertation coming?” “How did you know I was working on it?” “Because I know you,” he sighed. “You go into these spirals w