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
I set my jaw. "What is that supposed to mean?" "The liaison will be here today," she gestured to me. "Do you think you can pull yourself together enough to get through that in less than thirty minutes?" My stomach plummeted. I cursed and struggled up the rest of the way. I got to my room, drank
Grace The nerve of this guy. Threatening me already? I cocked an eyebrow at him. "How was the motel?" He sneered and adjusted his jacket. "I trust you're ready to start talking about Mooncrest and your... precarious financial situation with the debt and all." I gave him a thin smile. Esme rose
Simple, sensible things that had never crossed my mind until now. "And what of this plan that witch mentioned?" he asked. "As it is a personal matter, it has nothing to do with you." He narrowed his eyes. "Intriguing that you think you will have personal matters. You are an alpha. Everything y
Grace Exhaustion clawed at my limbs, but it was nothing compared to the way my mind ached at the thought of going back to work tomorrow. The day's events replayed in my mind. Edgar hadn't let up one bit. Every time he spoke to me, it felt like I was being punched in the gut. My decision to send Ea