LOGINThe 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
MaeveThe library was cool and shrouded in darkness as I helped Aaron onto one of the couches. He groaned as he shifted his weight, the bruises from our battle in the alleyway already evident on his skin.He accepted my help, allowing me to peer into his mouth to check for broken teeth. His nose was
MaeveMyla pulled the thin straps of her dress over her delicate shoulders, reaching down to smooth the fabric over her belly. "What do we think of this one?" she asked, doing a little twirl.Gemma looked over at her, a tube of lipstick in her hands. "Oh, I think that's the one. Green is definitely
MaeveIt couldn't be.Aaron bobbed his head at me, his curls falling over his face. "Maeve," he said, his voice serious, nothing like the man I had met hours earlier. "You're looking… well."I could see the smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. I glared, which surprised him, one of his dark brows
"Ethan," I said as I walked into his tent. He was sitting on his makeshift desk, looking at the reports and making marks on a map. It had been a few days since we'd talked about anything substantial. "Rosalie? Is everything okay?" he asked, hopping up with a worried look on his face. "I'm okay







