Mag-log inI 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
Grace I had been in classes for almost a week now, and while I was burning the candle at both ends and all of the midnight oil, I didn't feel as run down as I thought I should. I was almost driven not to go home, knowing that I would just be sleeping in Charles' empty bed, and every day I did, his
Charles My heart lurched with fear as Grace went pale. I turned and led her back to our table, throwing down enough cash for the bill and calling George to come get us as Grace continued to talk to Kelly. "Where are you, Kelly? Are you with the kids?" "I-I'm downstairs in the kitchen." S
“Any suggestions?” Charles asked, unfolding the linen napkin onto his lap. “I had the feeling you hadn’t been often.” I shook my head. “I think I came once. I can’t remember what I had…” “I can’t remember what you ordered either,” he said. “I just remember…” He shook his head. “It was terrible
"Charles, please," I gasped, dazed and unable to think of anything else. My vision was blurry. I shook and listened to him undress the rest of the way. He leaned over me, his mouth slick and shiny and curved into a vicious smile. His expression was feverish. The mate mark on his chest seemed to flic







