Grace I needed the nap, probably more than Cecil did. We got dressed and headed downstairs to the main hall and I could not believe how much it had been changed from earlier. It looked like a formal ballroom now, but no one was wearing anything fancy except for Charles. I was thankful. I settled
"Daddy! Daddy!" she shrieked, oblivious to the tension that hung heavy between us. Devin sneered and tried to draw away, but Cecil threw her arms around his legs. His eyes darted back to me, and he smirked. "I missed you, Daddy. When are you coming home?" He grinned. "Depends, Cecil... On your
Grace I shook my head, barely holding back laughter the longer Cecil held him hostage. Every time he glanced at a guard, a little more of the pain subsided. When the trial resumed, he would face the consequences of his actions, and Amy and I, along with our children, would really be free. I chuc
"Thanks. Where's... Eason?" "He's officing out of the conference room. He and the liaison have been... getting along swimmingly." I snorted and headed to the conference room. I entered the conference room and found Eason and another man in the room. "You could have used my office." Eason loo
Charles The familiar weight of paperwork pressed against my chest as I leaned back in my chair, scanning the documents spread across my desk. The waning light of the day filtered through the high windows of my office and cast long shadows across the room, a stark contrast to the flurry of activity
I knew exactly where this was going. "Let me gues... the Choosing?" Theodore's lips stretched into a thin smile, devoid of warmth. "Indeed. Given the recent events – the upheaval within the Greenvalley pack, the uncertainty surrounding the king's bloodline – have necessitated a… proactive approa
Grace Eason said nothing, just looking at me as the question hung in the air. "It's just that... you already know so much. E-Esme could train you for the rest, right?" He zipped his bag, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of understanding and determination. "Esme isn't a healer, and no, she co
"Tell your boyfriend I love him more," Eason said absently. I laughed. "Is something wrong?" "I'm... making a detour to see someone. A witch, Diane. Somethings have come up. Don't let Eason leave before I get there." "I'll wrestle him." Eason pulled a face. "Yuck. Get George to do it." "Wh