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
Grace Fury simmered in my veins, a relentless fire that mirrored the ache in my bones. The ride back to Mooncrest was a blur of silent tension. Charles, his jaw clenched tight, focused on the road, while I replayed the horrifying revelation in my head. Sean had tried to kill me, again and stole ev
I shuddered. "I'm not ready." I had never considered telling the world about us. The idea of issuing a public statement felt… unsettling, putting us out there in the media circus, felt wrong. "You might not be but unless you're going to deny it all, then you don't have a choice." I swallowed.
Grace He smiled. "Will you--" "Yes." He chuckled and took my hand. I shuddered, trembled as he slid the band up my left arm. The metal was warm through my sleeve and it felt heavy. It shrunk around my arm and the Blackwoods crest appeared on it. The signet ring on his hand flashed with a soft
He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "Don't worry, Grace. I'll be by your side. I even got you a robe for your modesty." I scowled at him, but I was grateful. Stepping out of my comfort zone, into the heart of witch and vampire culture, was daunting. But maybe the ticking clock over my head was m
Grace Originals I'd heard that before, but how could Charles know that for certain? He told me that they were the first werewolves and they had lifespans similar to vampires. Astarte charged forward and Charles followed. The fight was brutal and efficient. The Originals were raw and primal, la
The room was dominated by a large, crystal-encased pod in the center. Inside, a figure lay unmoving, his chest rising and falling with a shallow, rhythmic breath. Even from this distance, I noted that the man was handsome. His hair was long and dark, floating in the liquid around his head. "You've
Charles "Eva?" Astarte's shocked whisper hung in the air. My own gaze darted between Astarte and her daughter then to Lucian. His face was etched with a mixture of concern and apprehension. Eva hesitantly stepped into the room with Ryon by her side. “Eva?” Astarte rasped again. "That's... That