**Ethan's POVThe river was running particularly fast that night as I stood there gazing out at it under the moonlight.I knew I didn't have long. I needed to get back soon. But I had snuck out to catch some fresh air.At least, that's what I had told everyone.I had fully intended to do just that,
The notion made a white-hot fire burn within me.However, regardless of how I felt inside, I had to stay calm in front of everyone."It's getting late," James finally said a bit after midnight. Our definitions of what "getting late" meant had changed now that we were at war. "Let's convene again at
"Alpha Ethan, great news! General Owen was able to hold the line of defense and retake one city along the coast!"My eyes widened slightly. That was, indeed, good news."Does Talon know?""Not yet– I was about to go find him next.""I'll do that. I need to ask him something, anyway."I stretched and
"How the f*ck did she know?" I demanded, shaking the desk. "I sure the f*ck didn't tell her, which means that one of you did!"Vicky began to sob, and Talon stood up– a sign that he was actually challenging me to a degree."Yes, you did," Talon said, his voice still calm, even if he was not being su
"What's wrong?" I felt my heart tighten in my chest again. Samuel had been the one leading the search for Rosalie since he had been her head guard.However, Samuel couldn't bring himself to speak.He presented an elegant wooden box carved with roses. His hands were shaking, and the look on his face
"Ethan!" Georgia burst into my room. I took a sip of whisky and looked up. "I thought you were going back to Drogomor." "What I do is none of your business! Talon told me– how much did you f*cking drink?""Do you need me for anything?" "I need you to stop all the crap you're doing, okay?" she sai
Anything about you, I remember.You may think me silly. My love for you was so humble that it dared not make itself known.I love your cold tones, your sleeping face, and even your angry looks.I love all that you gave me. The months I spent with you were the happiest ones of my life.However, no m
**Rosalie's POVA little foot kicked me right in the rib cage as I finished slipping my shoes on in the morning. "Oof," I mumbled as I sat down on the edge of my bed to catch my breath."Are you all right?" Seraphine asked, an amused expression on her face. She was tidying the room, even though tha
The entire family had gathered in the dining room and was chatting amiably over a very impressive spread that had been laid out by the kitchen–two prime rib roasts, a honeyed ham, and three roast ducks were the centerpieces of the table, all of which were being enjoyed liberally by everyone.George
RowanMom ran her fingers across Selene's head, admiring her fine white hair. She looked every ounce the doting grandmother instead of a ball of uncertainty, like Maeve. Maeve was pacing back and forth near the fall wall of my bedroom, her arms folded across her chest and her head bent as she tried
Kacidra joined in the conversation. "Maeve is right, Rowan. We need to know what's happening with you and Hanna, or else we'll never be able to help."Rosalie's voice was calm and supportive as she asked, "Is it Hanna that's troubling you, son? Is she doing all right?My first instinct was to tell t
Gemma and Ernest had flown down with my parents and their son George, who was just two months older than Maeve's sons.A moment later, the library door opened and more of our family members poured in, as if they were fully aware of the thoughts I'd just had and I'd summoned them. I pushed aside my n
RowanThe castle was abuzz with its usual day-to-day activities. Servants and maids passed me in the hallway carrying baskets of laundry and trays of tea. I could hear the clattering of cookware as I left my office and walked toward the grand staircase off the foyer, seeing the door to the servants'
"Who? What happens?""There's so much more out there," Mara said dreamily. "So, so much more.""Maeve!" Troy called from down the beach.I turned to look at him, and when I turned back to Mara, she had taken off. "Wait!" I called after her, but she had already made it out of earshot, her footsteps l
Best of all, Troy was happy. He was at peace and at home. But there was still much work to be done.We were spending several weeks jumping from island to island, taking stock of the wellbeing of the inhabitants, and making a list of what was needed. Most of the islands were in need of medicine, inf
Maeve–Four Months LaterSuntra was not what I was expecting. I had become accustomed to the seemingly endless white-sand beaches of Avondale, where the sand grit was so fine it felt like powdered sugar as you walked barefoot in the surf. Suntra's sand was coarse and golden and dappled with tidepool
I straightened up a bit, shifting Oliver's weight in my arms as I narrowed my eyes back at him, sizing him up. A man roughly my father's age came bounding out of their house, waving at me apologetically as he leaned to whisper harshly in the ear of the man I assumed was his father.Whatever his son