Sarah POVAfter the auction, we were left to ourselves while trays of champagne and canapés seemed to float through the air. Grace was approached by a friend from her old school, and the girls talked with him while I turned to Zane.“Did you not feel there was something off about the auction?” I ask
“What about that one over there?” asked a female werewolf who’d come near while I was talking. Her mask was covered with peacock feathers. “It looks so fun.”I looked. “Green, gold, and purple are for Mardi Gras, which is one of the times humans like to wear masks, so I like that.”“But what do you
Sarah POV“Oh, don’t make that face. I promise I’m harmless,” Scott said, his charm on full blast. It was not unlike staring into a high-wattage light bulb.He tried to spin me then, but I walked out of it calmly, and he had to shuffle a little to get back into rhythm. He chuckled and led me around
“I’m coming on too strong,” Scott said, looking contrite.“A bit.”“My apologies. But I have to confess, you just make me forget myself.”Yeah, blame me, I thought. At least he wasn’t trying to spin me again.“Let me make you a different kind of offer,” he said next, turning us again to steer us awa
Sarah POV“Zane, you’re hurting me.”Zane instantly let go of my wrist, which wasn’t damaged, just a little sore, so when he apologized I told him it was fine.“But may I ask just what is between you and Scott?”“Old business.”Well, that wasn’t helpful. I looked around at the party, checking that C
Sarah POVI found Zane walking towards his daughters in the play area, and, grateful for the warning, I joined him to walk into what was quickly becoming a scene.The foam tower had been knocked down, and Chloe was standing protectively between Grace and three older children. One of them, a boy arou
“That was lovely,” the woman with the peacock mask said, smiling down at the three of us.“Thank you,” I said. “And please tell me your name. I’m afraid I’ve been calling you Mrs. Peacock in my head.”She laughed. “It’s Joyce Lockwind, my dear. But I think I like Mrs. Peacock better.”The conversati
Sarah POVThe dancer, breathing heavily, brought her hand down. One of the knife throwers came over with a towel and wrapped it around the wound.“And a blood sacrifice gives final praise to the gods!” Rob roared, smiling as if to indicate it was all part of an act, and the applause was instantaneou