Every piece of it, every choice in furniture and décor, in fabric – hell, even the silverware –It all has Amelia written all over it.“Um,” I say, wondering how to express this to him without hurting his feelings. Victor waits patiently. “Um, did you and Amelia…decorate this place? Together?”Victo
The first few days in the cottage are chaotic, to say the least, but Victor honestly can’t remember a happier set of days in his life. Every morning, he wakes with Evelyn in his arms to the sound of the twins pounding on the door, demanding to be let in. Today, they’re particularly insistent.“We
Burton gives Victor an apologetic look. “I believe,” he continues, “that he enjoys getting a rise out of you.”Victor sighs, shrugging. He’s used to it. “And his behavior towards Bridgette?”“He is…” Burton hesitates here. “Unkind, to Madomiselle Bridgette. At every opportunity. Sometimes I do not b
When Victor enters Annabeth Prath’s home, there’s a small stir at the door. The Prath family is influential, but their power comes largely from their long lineage and political connections. Victor banks on this when he walks in. He knows their meager Beta force has no real way to stop him. The Pra
Still, she can’t ignore what she knows, the evidence that she saw. Unthinking, her hand goes to her own stomach, where her own very-desired little baby is growing. “And what about,” she says, watching him carefully, “Angelina Van Horton.” He shakes his head slowly at her, letting her see his hones
“Amelia,” Victor growls, still angry by the revelation of her deceit. She, however, is unphased. Or at least, she acts like it. “Victor!” she says, taking four happy steps forward, closing the distance between them and placing a kiss on his cheek. Around him, Victor hears the crowd hush, all eyes
“Who wrote this trash,” Victor murmurs, tossing it away from him. “Honestly, it’s just lies.” “Lies, is it?” Evelyn asks, taking the seat next to him and looking at him closely. “Did you not see her last night?” “For a moment,” he says, looking her directly in the eye. “She was walking in while I
He snaps his gaze back to her, confused. “What?” “You want to announce an engagement? To the press? What engagement? Our engagement!?” He looks over her, confusion adding to his panic. “What’s wrong with that?” “Victor!” she yells, standing up in a rush, smacking the table with her hand. The boys