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,
Charles The frantic call from the lead enforcer in Silverlight sent a jolt through me as I navigated the bustling streets of Silverlight. Eva had arrived, as expected, and my soul told me that I had to be there and that exactly what I expected to see--what should have been impossible--was exactly
"It wasn't his fault!" Tension crackled in the air. Eva was shaking. The air sparked with magic. Her eyes glossed over. "They forced him." "I know that." I searched her face. "Then, why are you holding him here? He's injured! He needs help." "He's getting all the help possible," I said gen
Grace The words on the screen burned into my retinas, each letter searing a fresh mark of frustration onto my already frayed nerves. What did that mean that things got more complicated? The words felt almost cold, impersonal like he was leaving a message for his secretary. Worst of all, it was v