“Stop it.” “Would you like the operatic version instead?” “I’d like you to shut up.” “No can do. If I have to sit here and watch you slowly descend into a pretty party, I need something to entertain myself with.” He kept whistling. I growled. “ What do you want from me?” “Nothing. You lite
Charles The crisp night air did little to quell the inferno raging within me. Leaving Grace like that when she was clearly spiraling? Not my finest moment. Still, if I had stayed any longer, I probably would have made it worse. She needed time to settle into her new instincts, and that would not
“Do you think Ethan will know more about it?” He paused and looked at me. “Why would you ask that? They were apparently on break or broken up or something when it happened.” I smirked. “You don't at least suspect that they could be mates?” He set his jaw. “I do.” I blinked at him, trying to
Charles I eyed the door carefully and. laced my fingers together before answering. “Come in.” the door opened, and the young guard, who looked more put out than he had earlier, leaned in. “Your Majesty, I've brought Lady Redwood.” “Thank you.” She pushed past him as rude as ever. And I l
Her eyes heated. She stood up and bared her teeth at me, so very comfortable in the knowledge that, unlike her father, I would never strike her. I hated it when people used my good nature against me. "We're still mates, Charles," she hissed, a tremor in her voice. Fear? Anger? Maybe she had felt i
Charles I waited and watched the emotions rolling across her face. Her lips trembled. She stared back at me, likely trying to figure out if I was bluffing, but it had been years since she had been able to read my expression. I didn’t even feel her reaching for me to try and get a glimpse into what
“I am Lady Redwood. Your mate and future Queen. I'm above all lycans, let alone a few werewolves. As far as I'm concerned, attempting to even pretend to treat them as equals is ridiculous and is going to get you killed.” So, an assassination plot was lined up. I swept my gaze over her. It would li
Grace The car ride was a cacophony of chatter. Richard cooed in his baby seat, oblivious to the world around him. Cecil, bless her heart, gabbed excitedly about her new colors and the pictures she planned to color with them. Occasionally, she peppered Eason with questions, which he answered gladly