*Emily* As I stand in front of the full-length mirror, I can’t help but smile at the reflection of perfection beaming back at me. Shaking my hair, I watch as the curls fall around my shoulders like soft velvet ripples. Although I had no doubts about the success of my mission to get my idiot coward
“I need to send you on an errand,” I say. She doesn’t raise her head as she says, “King Tristan says we aren’t to take direct instructions from you, my lady. Anything you need is to go through him first.” I suck my teeth as I feel the rage bubble in my chest. King Tristan this, King Tristan that…
*Emily* I shift back into my human form to retrieve the keys from one of the dead guard’s pockets. I am naked, but I have never been one to shy away from my flawless birthday suit. I love how I look without the unnecessary distraction of clothing. It’s a pity we are always expected to put on someth
“How considerate of you. I’m not sure I will show you the same kindness, but I can try,” Luna Barbara answers as she stands up. She is about half a foot taller than me. I swallow but try to hide my fear from her. I watch her push the silk gown she is wearing off her shoulders. It glides to the floo
*Mark* The sound of feet marching around outside the door is making me restless. My groggy head and dry mouth aren’t making it any easier to relax. I get up and walk to the door. I need to find out what the ruckus is all about. “Do you think the palace has been invaded?” Rose asks as she clutches
“Do you see her too?” I ask. Eli and Reece roll their eyes. “See who?” Tristan asks. I point at Barbara. Tristan looks in the direction I’m pointing and then back at me. “Are you feeling all right? Maybe the drugs aren’t completely out of your system. Do you have a fever?” Tristan steps toward m
*Rose* Each contraction brings with it a pain that consumes my entire existence. There is only pain and fear in these moments, and they seem to last forever. I can hear voices around me, but I don't pay any attention to them since I'm trying to concentrate on how I'm feeling. This can't be right,
I think my eyes look like flying saucers as I look at Kelly. Everyone laughs and I think she’s exaggerating. “They were fighting and Emily was beaten,” Tristan says. “I guess they have bad blood. But I don’t think you should be worrying about Emily or Barbara, little flower. Just focus on your beau