I still wasn’t completely sure what I would say in my speech to the girls, except that I wanted to keep it simple, but I knew Zane felt this birthday, the first he would ever have with both his girls, was extremely important. I had been surprised when the beta beautician had arrived with her large m
Sarah POV Hoping no one else had heard Grace’s voice, I beamed at the girls, planning to have a little talk with Zane’s daughter later. I could perhaps be “Mommy Sarah” to her. Meanwhile, their hands were up in their elaborate hairdos that showed off my hand-sewn presents. I knew the headbands wer
Sarah POV My feet were numb in my heels as I managed to make it across the room and step up on the platform. A human holding a position like goddess-mother in a werewolf household was unheard of, but there was no way I was going to say no, which I made quite clear by nodding and holding out my han
“And hereupon he called his cavalier. This cavalier was so grand that if any one lower in rank than himself dared to speak to him, or to ask him any question, he answered nothing but ‘P!’—and that meant nothing.” Both girls were out now. I closed the book, kissed them both as gently as I could on
Sarah POV The stable hands were as kind to me as they had been to Chloe, and I was shown several horses, from which I opted for what seemed the gentlest, a brown gelding named Jack. I copied the leg-up maneuver to get in the saddle, which was more comfortable than I had thought it would be. A groo
Sarah POV I recognized it was entirely possible I was going to vomit right there on the paved path. Yes, right there in front of the girls, the two stoic bodyguards, and Zane, Sarah Astor was about to toss her cookies. I would be apologizing for months. Then the ground steadied, and then it stea
Zane’s POV “Are you all right?” I asked Chloe, whom I had protected in my arms as the rocks fell. “Mommy?” she asked. Her face was covered in dirt, but there was no blood. She was trembling, but I could tell she was trying to be brave. “Where’s Mommy?” It was hard to see with so much dust in t
Sarah POV Inside the basket was a tiny werewolf pup, pink and perfect with deep blue eyes that instantly claimed me. Why had I not remembered that initial instant connection, the command of those eyes to save her? No wonder putting her in an orphanage was never going to work. “Chloe,” I said, th