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
Edgar snarled. "But Alpha," he stammered, "the President--" "The President," I interrupted, my voice leaving no room for argument, "is not a medical professional as far I know. I don't give tours of my lab." I smiled. "You're welcome to have a walk around Mooncrest... with Mooncrest Police and a