- Kate As people walk past me, giving me the occasional curious glance, I start to feel like I’m going to be swallowed up by the night. My eyes fly around before they land on the brightly lit windows of Joe’s bar. I wonder if Joe will let me stay there again. I don’t have any money, but I’m still a “friend” of Arnold’s. As I walk across the street to the bar, I’m reminded of how desperate Arnold was when we spoke to him a few weeks ago. He’d been looking for Marcel for weeks, and we were his last glimmer of hope. I think that any human that’s pursuing him is in over their head. This is between wolves, and even if my pack doesn’t think I’m the wolf that can handle it, we’re going to take Marcel down. And figure out what to do with all of those women. Country music floats out of the bar, and a group of women stumble out. They’re teetering in high heels and falling against each other. “Oh my God, Cynthia, I have to get out of here.” One of the women turns her hazy eyed ga
- Kate His smell is strong here. I’ve been walking for a while, but the smell of Marcel’s scent comes and goes. Ever since the sun rose higher in the sky, my sense of smell has waned to what it normally was. Damn it. I can’t help but feel a little discouraged as I make my way through the woods. I’ve never been here before, and as I get swallowed up by all of the green around me, I can’t help but feel a sense of dread that has glued itself to my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck practically stand up as I walk further into the woods. My eyes fall on a family of rabbits. My stomach trembles. The bagel that I had earlier feels like a lifetime ago, because I’m starving. I sigh as I slowly lower myself to the ground. I snatch one rabbit off the ground, careful and quick like Riven would have, and I snap its neck. The other rabbits scatter, and I go to a fallen tree trunk. “I just need something to skin this with,” I mumble. “Do you need a knife?” “What?!” I jump n
- Kate Her wolf is quick, and she’s obviously had time to heal since our first run in. She doesn’t limp, or waver as I slam my body into hers. She jumps up onto her feet and snarls as she snaps her jaws at me. The feeling, the feeling that I now know is the great wolf, returns and I feel like I’m floating on air. Her blood is calling out to me, and I want nothing more than to taste it as I rip her open. I duck underneath her, which confuses her as she steps back. I swing back around and sink my canines into her back leg. She squeals and rips her leg out from between my teeth. Her blood covers my tongue, and its just like before. Everything feels brighter, faster, stronger. Better. Brea limps around me, her eyes trained on me as I stand in the center. She’s already lost this fight, and she’s just trying to buy herself some time so that she doesn’t get killed. I almost want to transform and tell her that she can go, but Marcel needs to know that I’m coming for him. I can’t
He was 25, and this was his first time going to a brothel. Kai Reeves cursed himself for the sweat pouring down his face. He was both burning with lust and chilling with terror. He tried to avoid this for many years until finally his needs overcame his lust. The urge to combine was ultimately stronger than fear.Forcing himself to keep moving forward, Kai stepped up the steps of Mrs. Bradshaw, where services are reserved for wealthy guests. It is common knowledge that a night with Bradshaw's girls has the price of luck, for they appear to be the most professionally trained prostitutes in London.Kai can easily shell out whatever price is asked. He made a lot of money as a thief, and above all, he had a fortune from his dealings in the underworld.He also gained a lot of notoriety in the process. Although he was well known to the common people, he was feared by the underworld and hated by the Bow Street cops, who saw him as a rogue colleague. From the police point of view it was true –
Kai followed her from the gallery, ignoring the glances that followed them. She led him through the entrance hall and up the winding stairs to a private suite.Mrs Bradshaw's suite was elaborate but comfortable, with sturdy upholstered furniture, walls decorated with French wallpaper, a blazing fire dancing in the fireplace. The cupboard in the living room is overflowing with a collection of dazzling crystal glassware. Mrs Bradshaw lifted a small wineglass from the silver tray and glanced at him with a questioning look. "Brandy?"Kai nodded immediately.She poured a red-yellow liquid into the glass. Skillfully, she struck a match and lit a candle on the cupboard. Holding the base of the cup, she lightly heated the wine glass over the fire. When she felt the wine was warm enough, she gave it to him.He had never had a woman do this to him before.Brandy was rich and nut-flavored, a scent that gently brushed his nose as he drank. Looking around the living room, Kai saw rows of bookshelv
He nodded cautiously, heat prickling his groin."I fantasize about standing naked in front of a man." Gemma's voice was low and melting as she continued, “I choose one to my liking. He took me to the podium, and performed any sex position I asked. Then I choose another person, and another person, until I am completely satisfied.” She pulled the hem of his shirt away from his trousers.Kai lifted it over his head and dropped the wet shirt on the floor. His boy was stiff and sore. Gemma looked at his naked upper body. She touched the dense hairs on his chest, which were darker than the brown hair on his head. A sound of praise escaped Gemma's throat. “He is mighty. I love it". Her fingers explored through the thick curls and caressed the warm skin beneath, and Kai instinctively took a step back. “If you want to make love, my dear sir, I am afraid you cannot avoid being touched. Please stand still."She reached for the top button of his trousers. "Now, tell me about your imagination."Ka
She was here. He knows that well. Kai watched the party's lively guests as they wandered through the gardens behind the Highland.His hand slid into the pocket of his coat, finding a small box containing Torcia Sette's portrait. Slowly, his thumb stroked the glossy surface of the enamel on the box as he continued to stare at the crowd.After two months of searching Torcia had brought him to Hampshire, a region of heather-carpeted hills, ancient hunting forests, and unbelievable marshes.The county to the west was quite developed, with twenty rich trading towns filled with wool, wood, dairy products, honey, and bacon. Among the famous properties ofHampshire, Highland is considered the most beautiful. The manor house and a private lake are located in the fertile Itchen valley. "Not a bad hideout," thought Kai wryly. If his suspicions were proven correct, Torcia would have found work in the house of the earl of Wessex, serving as his mother's maid.In the course of his hunt for Torcia,
She stiffened in his arms, her breathing became quick: "Let go of me". She said, looking into his arm. "What the hell are you doing?""She may have fallen.""I'm not. I was fine until he jumped at me and almost knocked me down...""Her heel got caught in the hem of her skirt."Carefully moving, she lifted her leg and realized that he was right. "Right". She spoke briefly.Having rescued people from every conceivable situation, Kai is used to receiving at least a superficial thank you."Do you intend to thank me for saving you?""I have perfect reflexes. I can save myself."Kai smiled incredulously, both annoyed and amused by her stubbornness. "If it weren't for me, you would have broken your petite neck.""I can assure you, sir, that the so-called rescue action just now was completely unnecessary. Either way, you obviously want to... thank you. Now please let go of your hand. out of me". Her voice showed no gratitude at all.Kai smiled smugly, seeing her fearless attitude, despite the
"Very well done, ma'am," said Sir Grant. "Can I convince you to answer a few more questions?""Tomorrow" Kai said gruffly. "She's been through a lot today. She needs a break.""I feel very pleased to tell you all the relevant details," Torcia replied to Sir Grant. "If you will bring a doctor to take care of Lord Sydney's hand, as well as take care of our servant."The judge's blue eyes narrowed. "We'll send Dr. Linley right away.""I'll go find him." Sayer volunteered and quickly left the office."Wonderful," Morgan commented, his eyes returning to Kai. "And while we wait for Linley, sir, perhaps you could explain to me the circumstances that led to your wound... and why you look and smell like you've just wandered around. via Fleet Ditch."Much later, as they lay in bed in their home and talked for what seemed like an hour, Kai told Torcia of his thoughts in the moment of distress, when he thought he was going to die in the barn. there. As Torcia listened, she snuggled into his folde
Torcia didn't really regain her senses until she found herself being half-pulled and half-carried to Lord Warren's London home. Her head was smashed maliciously, and her throat ached as she struggled against his merciless grip. Somewhere beneath her fear and anger, she was acutely aware that Ellie had been released. Her sister was safe, and now all the boiling anger would pour down her head, which was what Lotiie had always known would happen, between her and the man who had dominated most of her life. her life. Although Lotiie was aware of several screams from nearby servants, none of them dared to stop them. They were all afraid of Warren, and they wouldn't lift a finger to get in the way of what he wanted to do. She had foreseen what he was going to do when he brought her here. His London home was the first to be investigated when it was discovered that she was missing. She was sure that he had taken her to another place where it would be difficult for anyone to find her.Warren dr
He stomped again, the destructive power of his foot sending a blinding explosion of pain through Kai's arm. Follard's shoe was once again raised for the boon shot."Daddy," Kai panted and grabbed Follard by the ankle, pulling hard.With a shrill scream, Follard tumbled off the beams, his body falling over two floors and landing with fatal force.Kai didn't dare look down. He focused his whole mind on climbing the beam. Unfortunately, his strength was drained, and his left hand was crippled. Writhing like a worm caught in a hook, he leaned forward helplessly from the fatal fall.Doubtful, he realized he was about to die.*****The paper trembled in Torcia's hand as she read it again.TorciaPlease save me. Mama says Lord Warren is coming to take me away. I didn't want to go anywhere with him, but Mom and Papa made me do. They locked me in my room until he arrived. I beg you not to let that happen, Torcia, because you are my only hope.My dear sisterEllieA boy from the village brought
"He didn't," Sayer said cheerfully. "He wants me to interrogate his old associates and send him a message. I'd rather go and arrest Follard in person."Kai couldn't help but laugh at that, knowing exactly how Morgan's reaction would be to the news. "If you succeed, Morgan will skin you for such a damn stupid show.""Yes...and then he'll kiss my bony ass for getting a fugitive back. And I'll be on the front page of the Times, with dozens of women begging for my attention."Kai's smile turned grim. "It's not as interesting as you think," he informs his friend."No? Well, I want to try anyway." Sayer raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Are you participating?"Kai nodded with a sigh. "Where do you want to start looking?""It is said that Follard was seen in the slum between Hanging Ax Alley and Dead Man's Lane. It was like an anthill with holes in the walls and interlaced tunnels -""Yes, I know the place." Kai kept his face impassive, though he was aware of a cold distaste curling up in his
The contours of his body changed, sagging in a kind of wretched patience. He leaned one shoulder against the wall, part of his face bent away from her, his gaze fixed on some distant spot on the floor."I was sent to prison because I was responsible for the death of a man. I was fourteen years old. I joined a gang of road robbers, and an old man died when we robbed the carriage. Soon after, the whole gang was tried and convicted. He was too embarrassed to tell anyone who he was - he simply called himself John Sidney. Four of the group were arrested. hanged quickly, but because he was young, the judge gave him a lighter sentence. Ten months on the Scarborough.""Sir Ross is the judge who sentenced you," Torcia whispered, remembering what Sophia had told her.A bitter smile squeezed his mouth. "None of us expected that one day you would become brothers-in-law." He slumped more heavily against the wall. "As soon as he set foot on the ship, he knew he wouldn't live a month there. A quick
"Yes," Torcia muttered, letting him take her hand. Sir Ross examined his bruised wrist with a frown. His face was hidden, and his gray eyes were so kind and worried that Torcia wondered how she could have ever thought of him as aloof. She remembered his compassion for women and children she had heard about—a highlight of his career as a judge, Sophia had told her.Sir Ross' mouth curled up in a gentle and reassuring smile. "This won't happen again - I can promise you that.""Great party," Kai sarcastically. "Can you tell us who the hell put Lord Warren on the guest list?""Kai," Torcia conciliated, "it's all right, I'm sure sir Ross doesn't—""Absolutely not okay," sir Ross protested quietly. "I'm in charge of this party, and I bow my head to your forgiveness, Torcia. Lord Warren is certainly not on the guest list I've approved, but I'll find out how. he won the invitation." His brow furrowed as he continued."Lord Warren's behavior tonight is absurd and reprehensible...it demonstrate
Samantha's face hardened with understanding. "They won't be mad at you forever, dear." She spoke with a realism that offered more consolation than sympathy. "If your husband is only half as rich as rumors reveal, the Sette family will end up being more than happy to announce him as son-in-law."The three talked for a while longer, eager to get to know each other again and planning to contact each other soon. Torcia didn't notice the passage of time until she heard the band start playing a recently popular waltz called. "Spring Flowers," a tune that immediately ignites the eager crowd to pair up to begin spinning through the room. Wondering if Kai would remember to dance the first waltz with her, Torcia decided to look for him across the room. Apologizing to her two friends, she walked along the downstairs balcony corridors, separated from the dance floor by carved wooden railings and pink and blue rose bushes. A few couples were engrossed in private stories, somewhat obscured by the d
“Something pale yellow, I think,” Sophia said grimly, sitting among the many fabrics spread out as if a rainbow had exploded in the room."Yellow," Torcia repeated, biting her lower lip. "I don't think it will flatter my skin tone."Since this was at least the tenth suggestion that Torcia had rejected, Sophia sighed and shook her head with a smile. She had specially used the room behind the tailor shop on Oxford Street to order Torcia's wedding dress."I'm sorry, Torcia said sincerely. "I don't mean to be difficult. You obviously have very little experience with these things." She was never allowed to choose the style or color of her dresses herself.At Lord Warren's orders, she always wore virtuous styles in colors. Unfortunately now it's hard to picture myself in vibrant colors like blue, or yellow, and, god help her, pink, and the thought of exposing most of my upper chest. The public was so terrified that she cringe at the stylish illustrations in the book Sophia held out to her.S
He smiled at that, bringing her fingers to his mouth. "I would like anyone but Warren as a husband - I've made that pretty clear."Torcia smiled, discreetly thinking that by marrying Kai, she had ended up with a husband far from her expectations. "What will you do tomorrow?" she asked, recalling this morning's confrontation with Sir Ross. She was sure that Kai would give up his post on Bow Street without a word of protest.Letting go of her hand, Kai frowned. "I'm going to visit Morgan.""Do you think he will side with you against Sir Ross?""There's no chance. But at least I'll have the satisfaction of telling Morgan what a rotten traitor he is."Torcia reached forward to touch the lapel of his robe. "Have you considered the possibility that those two are doing what they think is best for you? Could it be in your own interest to reinstate the title?""How can that be? God, I'm going to live in a cage painted with vermilion and gold.""I'll be in there with you."He stared at her, see