Rowena’s POV The child just won’t stop crying. Rowena looks at him from over the rim of the glass of wine she takes dainty sips from. The child’s face goes red as he sees his mother not paying any attention to him. Rowena rolls her eyes and looks at the toddler with disgust. “Emily!” She screams
Susan, one of Amelia's classmates, proudly displays a photo of her and her dad. "Look at him! Isn't my dad the most handsome?" she exclaims, showing off the picture. "Yeah, he really is!" another classmate agrees, nodding in approval. They all gather around her with round eyes as they agree to what
Micah’s POV “Mommy says that’s a bad word.” I can’t seem to reply. I am frozen, shocked by the faint scent that is coming from her. It’s a unique scent. It belongs to royalty. It belongs to great power. It belongs to me. She smells like my blood. My kin. She smells like me. Which is impossible
I hug her tightly and kiss her cheek. “I am going to fulfill everything you ever wish for, my love.” “Promise?” She asks with a big, gummy smile. “Promise.” I say, with my heart on my fucking sleeve, knowing full well that this tiny creature already has me wrapped around her little finger. _____
Fiona’s POV I wake up with puffy eyes. Just like I have for the past few days. Micah hasn’t called nor has he picked any of mine. This time, it feels like we ended before we could even start. A pang of sorrow lashes through me but I try to stuff it down. I sigh and walk out of my room … only to
I tell myself I am getting ready for myself. So what if I don’t have a date tonight, I can just celebrate on my own. With that thought, I get in the car and put on the location for The Black Rose. I tell myself it’s only because I deserve the best and not at all, because I am curious to know what m
Fiona’s POV “M-micah?” I stutter, caught completely off guard. He simply smiles at me. It’s a wicked sexy smile that hides layers of tenderness. Then, slowly he hands me the red rose and takes a black box out of his pocket. I clutch the bouquet with one hand and with shaky fingers open the box h
____________________ Three days later “What’s with the wolf?” Micah asks as he looks at the huge painting hanging in my living room. He is only wearing his trousers and I try to distract myself from looking at his sculpted bare chest. He holds a coffee in his hand and is admiring the wolf portrait