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
Charles A shrill, panicked scream pierced the quiet of the morning, shattering the fragile peace that had settled over the house. I bolted out of bed, racing down the hallway toward the sound. It was coming from Richard's room. I heard Grace stumbling out of her room as I reached the room. Richa
The long hours stretched into night, punctuated only by the occasional check-ins from nurses and the low hum of the machines. Finally, a flicker of movement from Grace caught my eye. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a glimmer of confusion before recognition dawned. Her gaze met mine through t