**Ethan's POV After my detour to the marketplace, I met up with my men at headquarters for a full report on the intelligence they had been able to gather.We needed to execute the mission and get out of here.However… after thinking I saw Rosalie in the market today, I was not ready to leave this i
Yes, he could be doing both. Overseeing the weapons and supplies for the West King while simultaneously giving those supplies to the rogues.He would clearly stop at nothing to defeat the East.As I watched him walk away, one thing was certain– my half-brother Soren was definitely the target.Anger
I couldn't put the operation or my men's lives in danger. We were in enemy territory, after all. I decided to end the mission and go back to our base to plan out our next move.But as I retreated, I knew one thing was for certain. I would get Rosalie back.I had to wonder, though: how would she reac
Once again, I prepared to depart from Rosalie's Cottage. But my wolf seemed to sense something different in the air. The salty kiss of the sea blew in our favor, bringing us the protection of darkness.Would tonight be any different from previous nights?I gave the house another glance.And then, as
But seeing her now… I couldn't hold myself back.The urge to wrap her in my arms and never let her go overpowered every one of my logical thoughts. The memories of the day I thought I lost her had haunted me for so long, and now that she was within my grasp once more, I had to take a chance.All I w
**Rosalie's POVThis had to be a dream.That was what I told myself as I looked into his eyes, which shone with a depth of emotion I had never before seen.There was no way in the world that I was awake and this was real. He couldn't really be standing here, in the shadows in the garden outside of m
"Are you still awake, Ro?" I spun around to see Soren coming around the side of the cottage. I rushed over to meet him, hoping I could cut him off before he saw Ethan. Since Ethan was wearing all black and had been standing in the shadows, there was a chance he'd get away before Soren could see him
I walked through the garden for a few moments, looking around the bigger hedges and bushes, trying to find Ethan, but I didn't see him anywhere.It was like he had vanished from my life again.With a hand over my baby, I walked back home and went inside, closing the door behind me.It seemed so lone
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