TaraThe gravel crunches under my heels as we approach the front door, and I can’t stop staring at the building in front of me.The Redgrave mansion is less a house and more a gothic cathedral masquerading as one. Three stories of pristine white stone, arched windows, and wrought-iron balconies. Columns support a sweeping front porch lit by warm golden sconces, and every inch of the place hums with old money.There’s music drifting out, something classical and haunting, underscored by the gentle clinking of glasses and murmured conversations. It’s incredibly intimidating.Ash reaches for the door, pausing for a moment to look over at me. He’d offered me his dagger before we left the motel, but I’d refused. “I don’t know how to use it,” I told him honestly. “And if things get that serious, I’ll be better off shifting.”His expression had tightened. “Tara, if you shift in there-” He didn’t need to tell me. I’d be revealing the existence of werewolves. In my heart I’ve already decid
Ash Redgrave’s words echo in my skull like a bell that won’t stop ringing.I’ve always had a thing for devilish men, and magic.Things that aren’t what they appear to be.It’s not just flirtation. It’s not even just calculated manipulation. There’s weight and intent behind her words. The insinuation is far too specific, but how can she possibly know about me?I scan the crowd while keeping my face in a carefully practiced mask of amused disinterest. My pulse is doing its own thing entirely. Climbing steadily as paranoia sinks its claws into my back.No one should know. Certainly no human should know. Scarlett. Hilda. Arlo. They were the only ones there when I… when Astaroth died and Ash was born. When the power bled out of me like smoke in the wind. And they didn’t tell anyone but a tight circle of friends who value secrecy the way I value whiskey.There’s no way this Redgrave woman should even have an inkling. Unless someone talks or something darker is unfolding right und
Tara The man’s eyes catch mine like a net in deep water. Quiet, steady, and impossible to shake.He doesn’t smile, but there’s something smooth and deliberate in the way he approaches. “You looked like you could use company,” he says, voice low and velvety. “I’m Yakob. Let me get you a drink, Tara.”I don’t look at Ash as we walk away. Yakob knowing my name means nothing. Everyone at Amber’s knew our names. But he may know something and there’s no time left to be careful and play the long game.He nods to the bartender, ordering a Sidecar for me without asking, and a neat single malt for himself.I sip the Sidecar, watching him over the rim of the glass. I tell myself not to look for Ash. Not to glance in his direction. Not to care that I can feel his eyes burning into me from across the room.“So, you’re visiting from Raventon?” Yakob asks lightly. I nod, “Just passing through really. We’ll be going home soon.”“That’s a pity. It’s rare to get fresh faces here.” He takes a s
TaraI turn back to Yakob, heart hammering in my chest. My thoughts are spinning so fast, it’s hard to latch onto just one. But I know what I have to do.My voice is low but urgent when I ask, “Would it blow your cover if we left together? If we pretend that I’m going home with you.” He blinks, caught off guard.It tears me apart to even be thinking this, but Ash has to get into Redgrave’s bedroom, and he can’t do that if I’m still here.Yakob rubs a hand along his jaw, gaze flicking toward the crowd. “I know it’s a risk,” I press. “But you said yourself, we’re out of time. Two weeks. Maybe less. We need that diary.”He exhales, slow and heavy, before shaking his head regretfully. “I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it. If I leave with you, they’ll be very suspicious. You’ve played coy so far with all your admirers, why suddenly pick me and leave when you’re clearly in the lion’s den? Besides, I’m more useful to you with a foot in the enemy’s camp.”I don’t like the answer. But I get it.
Ash I keep my mouth curved in that lazy smile I know women can’t resist, allowing my fingertips to brush against her arm as she leans in, whispering something pointless about liking her men the way she likes her whisky. My laugh is seductive and easy.But inside, I’m unravelling. Tara just left on her own in a coach that belongs to the boa constrictor who’s currently wrapping herself around me. What if they try and take her?Get the diary. The second she wrapped her arms around me and started to cry like we were starring in some overly dramatic play, I knew this was more important than anything else.Redgrave returned from seeing off Tara with a smug little smirk. She thinks she’s won. That I’ve chosen her. And for tonight I have to make sure she keeps believing that.“Well,” she murmurs, fingers curling into the front of my jacket. “Now that it’s just the two of us...” I tip my head down, my smile slow and sinful. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”Her bedroom is exactly what I expe
ArloThe knock on the door is soft but sharp, just two quick raps that send me halfway across the room before I realize I’m moving.Hilda lifts her head from the table where she’s been poring over a map with Soren, both of them frowning like the damn parchment personally offended them. She meets my eyes, and I can see the same tension wound tight in her chest that’s lodged itself in mine.Tara looks like hell. Paler than usual, with dark circles under her eyes. Her coat’s wrinkled and her braid’s coming undone. She looks exhausted to the point of collapse.Ash is doing his best to exude his usual devil may care attitude, but there’s a tightness around his mouth I haven’t seen before. Like he’s trying to keep his emotions in check. I had no idea he had any.They look like they’ve been through the wringer and barely crawled out the other side. “You made it out,” I say, and it comes out rougher than I mean for it to. I step aside so they can come in. “We were starting to think-”“Tha
MalcolmThe ink isn’t even dry on the latest report when I lean back in my chair and smile. Not just any smile. The kind that stretches slow and satisfied, the kind that tastes like blood and victory and smoke.Because everything is finally falling into place. Before long I will get my revenge and settle the score with Hilda and the rest of her damn pack.Redgrave is pacing the upper floors of her opulent estate right about now, clutching that ridiculous old tome like it’s the second coming.I’d bet good money she hasn’t thought about anything else since she first lay eyes on it. She probably lit every damn candle in her shrine of a drawing room, scattered dried rose petals across the floor, maybe even chanted to her dead grandmother for good measure. As if any of it matters.She’s convinced she’s found something of great importance and I made damn sure she’ll gobble it up with relish. It ticks every box in her occult crazed mind. It’s nearly impossible to connect the cold, cal
RedgraveThe bed is cold when I reach for him. My fingers brushing over the silk sheets and finding nothing but air and the ghost of heat.I sit up slowly and stare at the space where he should be sleeping. Warm and grateful beside me. Ready to accept my help and acknowledge that our fates are intertwined.He wouldn’t have left me. Nobody can make love with such heated abandon and then simply disappear like a thief in the night. I know he would never willingly have left me. He must have been taken, spirited from my side by his evil werewolf captor.Throwing the blankets off me, I rise, snapping for my guard. “Alaric!” My voice slices through the calm like broken glass.There’s movement beyond the door and a beat later, Alaric appears. “My lady?” he asks, looking around for the source of danger. “Where the hell is he?” I ask furiously. Alaric frowns, “Your…visitor?” he asks, stone-faced and too slow for my liking.“Yes, Alaric. The man I fucked last night. I assume one of the men
AshTara won’t look at me. It must sicken her to see me in such a dishevelled state with Isadora. I tried to convince her we should bathe and get dressed first, but I suspect she wants Tara to know what we’ve been up to.I’ve never had any trouble sexually pleasing my partners. I’m an inventive, attentive and insatiable lover under normal circumstances. Last night was the first time since becoming human that I had to close my eyes and pretend.I imagined Tara was the one in bed with me. The one I kissed. The one who sucked my cock with such exuberance. The one I fucked until she was exhausted and passed out in my arms.I didn’t offer Isadora pleasure with my tongue this time. Exceptionally talented as I am at cunnilingus, I know she was hoping I would. I haven’t had the pleasure of tasting Tara, but I know she would burst on my tongue like some exotic fruit. Intoxicating my senses. I couldn’t suckle Isadora’s clit and keep lying to myself about who I was with.“Tell me how to break th
TaraI feel violated and ill when I wake up the following morning. Ash certainly doesn’t have human stamina, based on the information gleaned from the books I’ve read. Human males apparently require a period of recovery between one bout of mating and the next.“Thank you for the books,” I tell the serving girl when she brings my breakfast. She glances at the bedside table and her eyes briefly meet mine before darting to the floor again. “That one’s good, but the other one is better,” she says quietly.So these aren’t from Redgrave at all. “I’ll make sure to hide them when I have visitors,” I promise her quietly. She lowers her head, “I don’t think she’ll know. She doesn’t pay much attention to the house. You can just say you found them in a drawer.”“My name is Tara,” I tell her gently. She looks at me again with a faint smile, “I know. The mistress cursed your name repeatedly when you took Sir Ash from her before.” Right. I wonder how Redgrave believes I managed that. It’s all to t
TaraAsh seems to have accelerated healing abilities like we do. He told me he’s never been sick and he doesn’t think he ages, but he has no idea if that’s pure luck or if he’s not as human as he seems.The black eye took a bit longer to heal than the lacerations from the whipping, but it was still much faster than a human would have mended.I wish I could see him. Just for a minute. Just to be sure he’s in the same shape physically that I am. Logically I know he has to be, but I need to see with my own eyes that he’s fine. Or at least as fine as it’s possible to be while pretending to be enchanted by a completely delusional woman.If Isadora Redgrave hadn’t shown up when she did, I know exactly what would have happened to me next in that cage and I despise having to feel grateful to her, but I can’t deny that I am. I’d rather be beaten for hours on end than sexually violated by Malcolm.I know the only reason I’m being kept in this beautiful room and fed like royalty is because
RedgraveAs much as I despise Tara, seeing her spread-eagled, bloody and whimpering in pain doesn’t bring me any pleasure. I’m not a cat, who needs to play with my food before I deal the final blow.“Do you no longer need her to get you across the border?” I ask with a raised brow. Malcolm frowns as though the question makes no sense. “I do. She’s not dead,” he responds sullenly.“I gather she attacked you?” His jaw clenches, “What are you getting at, Isadora?” he asks irritably. “I’m trying to understand why you’re torturing her. What’s the point?”“She came here to spy on us before. My men only caught her this time because she was chasing down your precious Ash. She may have important information that could impact the mission,” he informs me dryly. Like I’m a silly child asking stupid questions. I wonder whether he knows that the thin layer of ice that he’s standing on has already started to crack.“Have you asked her?” I enquire. I can hear his teeth grinding together before he
MalcolmEither I was incredibly unlucky with the first werewolf I captured, or this one is very weak for some reason. Maybe because she’s linked to the human.I need to know whether most of them are more like Arlo, or like her. It’s going to make a huge difference in the size of the force I need. Arlo bent steel bars and wouldn’t go down until he was peppered with tranquillizer darts.I wouldn’t have stepped into Arlo’s cage for all the money in the world. Not even when he’d just been knocked out. This little female is completely different. One shot puts her down and she hasn’t attempted to shift once.Maybe I don’t even need to keep putting up with Redgrave. I’ve acquired an arsenal of weapons because Arlo refused to bloody die. Something tells me if I shoot this one in the head, she’ll expire immediately.As tempted as I am to test out my theory, I need her to get me into the werewolves’ territory. Her screams are like the most beautiful symphony. Ringing out loudly with each e
TaraArlo’s advice definitely helped. I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness from the one dart that hit me, but I never fully went under. I’m abruptly pulled from my dreamy state when pain explodes in my head and my left eye starts throbbing.Ash. What are they doing to him? I want to hurl myself at the bars of the cage surrounding me and demand that they set him free, but we have to maintain our cover.“What the hell are you yipping about?” one of the guards stationed around my prison asks. I hadn’t realized I was making small sounds of distress.Based on the sheer volume of armed guards surrounding me, it’s clear King Arlo gave them a lot of trouble. Pride swells in my chest. He truly is a worthy leader for our pack.“Did she just hit herself?” one of the others asked, gaping at what must be significant bruising around my eye.“Crazy bitch,” the first guy mutters. “I’ve been watching her, she didn’t do it to herself. Her head rocked back and then the bruise was there.
AshFuck. This is not supposed to be happening. What the hell do I do now? I’ve never met Malcolm, but by all accounts he’s the scum of the earth and has no conscience. And he knows I’m not a mythical hero. He planted the bullshit that made Redgrave believe I was some kind of Messiah.He may just decide to kill us for the hell of it. No. I can’t think like that. He needs Tara to get across the border. That doesn’t mean he won’t hurt her though. Or kill me, if he doesn’t believe we’re linked. The problem is, we actually are.Cerelia cast a spell before we left, binding our life forces together. I’ll suffer any harm done to Tara, and she’ll die if they kill me.It was meant to keep Tara safe from Redgrave, and provide further proof that she controls me. I would happily offer my own life if it would save Tara, but it’s currently impossible.The men who grabbed me pulled a thick burlap sack over my head. I can’t see anything and even hearing is problematic. I know they put Tara in
TaraAsh is being extremely huffy as we walk toward the border. “I could have done this on my own. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be putting yourself in danger.”“Aside from the multitude of reasons already discussed in the war council?” I ask, matching his level of peevishness without any trouble. “And don’t suggest again that you could have steered them towards a specific area to cross the border, because it would have been too suspicious and risky.”He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, like I’m the one giving him a headache, instead of the other way around.“Look, I know you want to leave the forest and get back to Raventon as soon as possible. This is the best way for us to speed up the timeline of Malcolm’s attack and control the outcome. I’m sure this is why Scarlett called you here and you can leave as soon as the threat is neutralized.”“Dammit, Tara! This isn’t about me getting back to my life in the city, it’s about your safety. I don’t want you to be hurt. I
Arlo“I don’t like it,” I say, shaking my head.“For once we agree on something,” Ash huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not going out there like some lamb to the slaughter,” he tells Tara with finality.“I don’t remember asking for your permission,” Tara tells him softly and Ash’s head jerks back like she just slapped him.“Nobody likes it, but we have to act first,” she continues in her quiet, but determined tone. “We have no idea what Malcolm is up to. If we can control when they cross the border, Cerelia can do her thing. Humans don’t know about our ability to mind link.”“We weren’t able to use the mind link while you were in the city,” I point out grimly. Tara nods, “I know. I’ve spoken to Cerelia and she agrees that it’s probably because of the magical barrier at the border. The moment we come across, I can warn you, so you’ll have at least a 30 minute headstart.”“I could communicate with Arlo when Malcolm had him,” Hilda says, a shiver of distaste running down