“Yes,” he agrees. “But I’m not used to others being a mystery. Amelia…I always knew what Amelia wanted. Or if she was being sneaky, then when I found out what she was doing, it always made sense. You, Evelyn…a little sphynx, if I ever met one.” I smile, biting my lip, not being able to help feeling
Our car ride home the next day is subdued. Ian stares out the window, a smile stuck on his face, clearly dreaming of Black Hawk helicopters and his future as a Navy SEAL. Alvin just naps. He loved our full tour this morning, of the barracks and the training courses. He didn’t have Ian’s full enthusi
“Oh please,” Victor says, rolling his eyes. “You bought him a spot at UPenn and he loafed around Philadelphia for four years, getting drunk at Phillies games –“ “He majored in history!” Henry snaps, his eyes flaring. “He has studied the great military minds of the last four thousand –“ Victor laug
“Come on,” Victor growls, grabbing my hand. “What?!” I say, surprised and a little unwilling. “Where are we going?” “To your house,” he continues, pulling me along. We leave our small pack of luggage behind, the boys running after us as Victor takes long strides around his house towards mine. “Vi
He meets my eyes. “I don’t have a Luna, Evelyn. And it’s totally fair to test that capacity of an Alpha’s abilities – he’s right, that the Alpha functions best as a pair. Without a Luna,” he sighs. “He’s right. It’s incomplete.” I bite my lip, knowing what he’s going to ask, not wanting to…well, no
New Year’s Eve comes faster than I thought it could. The invitations to our last-minute party came back in a flurry, with Alphas cancelling their other plans to come to ours in a waterfall of RSVPs. They’re still curious, I think, to catch up on the drama after Victor’s almost-wedding. I’ve barely
“I know,” I say, looking mournfully back at my house. “And they’re finally old enough to stay up until midnight. They’ll never forgive us.” Victor shrugs, smiling, unwilling to have his mood brought down. “I’ll have you all to myself for once,” he murmurs, looking distractedly back at the house. “I
“Evelyn,” my father says, his face cold as he embraces me with one arm and places a stiff kiss on my cheek. “Happy holidays.” He doesn’t look at me, but instead around at my party with distaste. Bridgette’s formal party, indoors, is more his style.“Evelyn, did you do all of this?” My mother says,