Fascinated, I take the note from Victor’s hands. Even Edgar knew more about this than we did. What the hell was going on in my life?I thought I was just a single mom of two really special kids, and now I’m part of some mystical secret cult, one that my ex was somehow born into? That my butler was a
Closing his eyes, Victor takes a deep breath as he settles back into the chair at the little makeshift desk in the living room – the same makeshift command room that he and Alvin had set up before going away to war on Walsh.God damnit, how long ago had that been, when his son had helped him organiz
“I’m fine,” Victor says, shooting him a little glare before reaching for the papers. He’s not fine – he knows that he’ll need to rest before long – but there’s still work to be done. “Annabeth Prath will be here any minute,” Rafe says, looking towards the door. “The press is going a bit wild, you k
A few hours later, Victor and Amelia finish their plans for the cultural, political, and military dominance of the pack community. Just a casual little chat, I think, smirking at them from my spot in the kitchen. I put the children to bed just a little bit ago, but didn’t feel right going to bed my
I look up the stairs as well, smiling at the thought of him. “Yes, he surprised me too. He’s a very dedicated dad. I think…I think he’s wanted to be a father for a long time. Sometimes I feel guilty about keeping them away from him as babies, taking that experience from him. But.” I shrug, letting t
“Bridgette,” Annabeth hisses, leaning forward and grabbing her hand. “What are you talking about? Are you…are you bleeding?”Bridgette just looks between the two of us anxiously, clearly taken aback. “I mean it’s no big deal,” she says, “it’s just my period, like I get every month. It’s not bleeding
About forty-five minutes later, the back door creeks open. I’m ready for Rafe when he walks in. I’ve had two glasses of wine at this point, which have had plenty of opportunity to mingle with the anger roiling in my stomach. Yes, the two have really had the opportunity to mix and mingle.And Rafe h
But I refuse to be cowed. He’s going to hear me out. Rafe looks at me, then, and I can see the guilt, rage, and self-disgust mingling in his face then.“I was right,” I hiss. “The first time I met you, when I said I didn’t want my children near you. You’re a fucking sociopath, Rafe. Thank god you’r