That was a few days ago."I brought you something." Taking the flowers, I held them under her nose.This action got her to blink a few times and then look down at them. "Flowers?" she asked me, like she wasn't sure what they were. "That's right," I told her, and I picked one out to put it behind he
**Rosalie's POVThe flowers Ethan had brought me remained on my lap. Though I considered pushing them off onto the floor, I didn't. They were beautiful and innocent, and they deserved to be treated better. I sighed. I bundled them into a bouquet and placed them on the table along with the necklace.
Ethan's expression clearly told us that he was beyond furious. "We should go," Vicky said quietly."Guards," the Rogue King said behind the other two girls, "take them to…""Ethan!" I shouted out, redirecting his attention to me before he could come up with another horrendous punishment for my frie
**Georgia's POVMy jack*ss brother forbade any of us from talking to Rosalie, but he couldn't forbid me from walking past her tent from time to time. I longed to go in, but I didn't want to anger the Rogue King any more than he already was.I was on my way to speak to Vicky, mostly just to vent sinc
"Yes, Alpha," Richard was saying, as he pulled along one of the rogues that had joined our side recently. It seemed clear to me that Ethan was mad that Richard hadn't beaten the boy enough for his liking.It irritated me to no end. Someone needed to tell Ethan that he was out of line.And like most
I glared at the rocks on the map. All of them continued to come at us while Ethan continued to push back, trying to keep them as far away from the far North as possible. "Ethan, they will combine in order to destroy you and take Rosalie prisoner, and then work out their own differences afterwards.
**Rosalie's POVAfter my efforts to save Talon, Ethan kept his distance for a few days. Without him keeping a close eye on who was coming in and out of my tent, I was able to see Georgia and Vicky more than I had been. While I was grateful to be able to see my friends, with every day that passed, I
"I understand," I told her. "Let me see if I can convince him to go and visit my mother's grave. Maybe he'll agree to do something like that if he understands that it means I'll go with him wherever he wants me to go without fighting him.""But… that's not true, is it?" Georgia asked me, her forehea
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