Grace The image of Charles and Elara embracing in the hallway followed me all the way back into the courtroom. The air crackled with tension as Sean addressed the assembled crowd. His face was twisted into a grimace. He looked mad, and I hoped that was a good thing for me. "As a result of the ne
The courtroom buzzed with murmurs of speculation as the Chief Justice reviewed the list. "I find that Mr. Edgar Thorne meets the criteria," the Chief Justice said. "Luckily, he is in the pool of pre-selected candidates, so no delays will be necessary. If you could bring Mr. Thorne in.." Esme wen
Grace Back at Mooncrest, the weight of the settlement settled on my shoulders like a leaden cloak. The joy and hope of a semi-victory had evaporated, replaced by a gnawing bitterness and a surge of anger I couldn't contain. "This is insane!" I exploded, slamming the financial documents down on t
I could see Charles leaving with Elara, handing her into the car like a damn queen, barely sparing a glance in my direction. I still didn't know who she was to him. Just because she was in his mother's coven didn't mean that they were related. Was he going back to the Clan territory with her? Was he
Grace I glared at him. "Just a shred of understanding?" He tilted his head at him as if I was a child or he was just trying to figure something out. I couldn't tell for sure, but I felt like he was patronizing me. Then, he sighed. He sounded weary as he closed his laptop. "Empathy and sympat
My breath hitched, the anger momentarily replaced by a sting of betrayal. Eason's expression was flat and cold. There wasn't a bit of comfort in his eyes or his tone, no solace. Just cold reality. "So, what?" I asked. "You're just here to what? Watch me drown?" Are you giving up on me? I could
Grace Eason paused at the door, his back turned to me. My stomach turned with fear about what he would say, even though I couldn't conjure anything that he could say. After a beat of silence, he turned back to me. "I was busy." "Busy with what?" He cocked an eyebrow. "What's it matter to you
Because of my mistake. I swallowed down the burning swell of grief and shame. Because of my decision. No matter how I tried to run from it, it was going to come back. It always did. In all those years, I hadn't lost a bit of sleep thinking about Mooncrest, about anything aside from the house,