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
Infuriated by my big brother's persistent rules, I jumped from my bed and slid on my shoes. I needed to be stronger; I needed to train. I had so many questions, and if no one else would give me the answers, then I'd go look for them myself. But first of all, I needed to be strong enough to run away
"Come on. Let's go home," he said as he took my hand. And I heard my heart beating even faster. What was wrong with me?! Before I could figure out my own problem, though, a howl resonated against the wind that caused the hairs on my arms to stand straight out. It was a warning howl, and that only m
"Hey!""What?" "What do you think you're doing?" I swatted his hand away, almost spilling the lemonade I was holding in the other hand. "Getting you out of this jacket?" he replied, giving me an incredulous look. "I can do it–""Just let me help you–" He reached down again, but I caught his hand
**Ethan's POVIt had only taken almost four years.The war had left behind a mess. Roads, communication, mass transit, factories, all of that infrastructure as well as the economy needed to be rebuilt. Rosalie and I had to get back to work the second day after our wedding, and we'd been working har







