A blush crept up my neck. "We-Well?" He took the tie from me and turned me to the mirror. The heat of his body warmed my back as he slipped the tie through my collar and started to tie it. "This is..." he hummed. "Doing quite a bit for me right now." His gaze trailed down my body in a way that
Grace His question irritated me, but I pushed it down. He was taking to me like that because he thought I didn't know, that I had no connections and no power. But that wasn't true, and I couldn't "I know that Counselor Brighthollow has every chance." He narrowed his eyes at me. "You're not g
The murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, and I was nervous. The hell? Six months to get us a seat? I was thinking maybe nine. "Deep breath, Grace, chill. Settle your stomach and nod when you're ready to continue," Eason said. I swallowed and nodded. "For your peace of mind, I want to
Grace The silence was deafening. The anger rose in me. Then, Eason's voice came through. "Deep breath. He's a plant. Answer the question plainly. Don't hold back." He chuckled. "Consider it a chance to declare war." My smile turned icy. "Lunar Remedies has no stake in my project." "Are you
A low murmur of worry resonated through the crowd. Then, I saw Jackson. Jackson stood there, his arms crossed, a scowl etched on his face. His anger was palpable, a dark cloud amidst the crowd. Our eyes locked, and he seemed even more upset by the second. Memories of our last conversation flooded
Charles A satisfied smile played on my lips as I watched Grace navigate the press conference with the grace of a seasoned politician. Now that she wasn't mentally and metaphysically fighting off the werewolf curse as it, she seemed more confident. The harsh, cold sunlight glinted off her determine
When I reached the top floor, I could hear Grace's laughter with Amira. "You're kidding! Really? Well enjoy it as much as you can!" I chuckled. She must be talking about Amira's upcoming mating ceremony and whatever was planned for their honeymoon. I walked in and smiled. Grace was lounging on
Grace Charles sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We're still gathering information, but the timing can't be a coincidence." "Where's Thorne?" I asked. He smiled and checked his phone to see. "On his way to the airport." "You have a tracker on the liaison?" Eason asked, grinning. "Grac