“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
“What did he do?” Victor murmurs, rubbing one eye and watching Evelyn with the other. She looks tired as well – drained, really, with the start of dark circles beneath her eyes. His heart sinks when he sees them. She should be resting – not worrying about whatever his brother has done.Evelyn opens
When Victor and Evelyn come down the stairs ten minutes later, Rafe is sitting at the kitchen table looking down at his folded hands. Evelyn doesn’t say a word, barely glances at him as she instead goes to her boys, who are standing by the open front door.“Mama!” Ian says, breathless with excitemen
“They’re all from a different generation of Alphas,” Rafe says then, shaking his head. “Where it’s fine, encouraged, even, to just take whatever the hell you want, and shape the world into the image you want it to fit. But these past months with you, with the world that you’re making…”Rafe pauses,
Late that afternoon, I frown at Rafe as Victor and he clasp hands on the front porch. The two spent most of the day talking to each other, making their plans, working through things. To give them space, I had concentrated on packing our bags and getting the kids ready for our trip.It was a good spl
It’s tight, there, at the table – especially because Victor is such a large, imposing sort of person and – I blink, looking at my boys, realizing suddenly how much they’ve grown in the months since they met their father. A little shot of despair races through me as I realize it, but I do my best to