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
"Research," I repeated, more a statement than a question. "That requires you to be out all day? With nothing more than a short message? No explanation?" He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "If you're not going to tell me what's been going on," I said, my voice firmer than I intended
Grace There was a soft click as the door closed, leaving me standing alone in the hallway, feeling like I'd been slapped. Shock warred with anger inside me. How dare he shut me out? A retort bubbled in my throat, but something in the sincerity of his tone held me back. As my fury ebbed, the seeds
Had someone gotten fired? Maybe someone had just gone through a breakup. Misery loved company, but I would have loved to feel a bit better about my situation by focusing on someone else's. But no one came up to talk to me. The bartender didn't even linger around me. Finishing my drink, I signale