His voice was gentle. Reaching. “And I apologize for not thinking more clearly about this and letting my own emotions and desires get me carried away. I’ve turned us into a rebound situation, and that’s not what I wanted.” “Are you calling me a rebound?” He smiled wryly. “I think it would be m
Grace Something in me snarled. No, he wasn’t right. He was just trying to trick me. I pushed those thoughts away. He was just trying to make me forget the fact that he was hiding this woman from me, that he was protecting her, that she was more important than me. It didn’t matter if I always thoug
“It's not just about her name, Charles," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "It's about the fact that you’re hiding things from me." “Honestly, Grace, you haven’t given me a single reason to believe that you could handle the information. I’ve told you what is really important for your purposes.
Grace He smiled softly at me. There was a sort of relieved light in his eye. It felt abrasive, grating against every part of me. “Are we okay to actually discuss this now?” I didn’t want to discuss anything. I wanted a name and a location. I wanted to feel like I was more important than his ma
“He doesn’t have to know anything about potions for someone to stop or keep selling them to him.” “He doesn’t. But after what he did to the Noir Coven. He’s made himself an enemy of most witches. Even witches who aren’t allied, or on good terms, with the Noir Coven, would be wary about continuing
Grace “Charles?” I asked, my voice sounding so soft and frightened. All the fire that had been burning in me seemed to be snuffed out. My eyes burned. “Hello?” I croaked. The hold of voice proceedings seemed to flash behind my eyes. The silence stretched on. “Charles?” His brow furrowed. T
Until you have nothing left…. Darkness claimed me then. Moon, I was tired, but I didn’t feel like I was resting. I knew I was asleep, but this didn’t feel quite like the sleep I was used to. Was I going to see another vision of Alpha Shadow? I waited for the fire or the voice, but nothing happen
Grace I woke with a gasp, the dream's chill clinging to my skin. The punching bag swung slightly above me. I tasted blood in my mouth, and my body still ached. The reflection's words echoed in my mind. I didn’t know what to make of it. One thing was clear: my head felt clearer. I could see those