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
Aaron crawled into the nest and plopped the journal between us, grunting softly as he made himself comfortable. I had the sudden image of him as a wolf, imagining him with thick, dark brown fur and the same spectacular eyes. He'd be huge, I was sure, lurking in the dark of the night and pawing the g
"And then what? I just… trust you? Let you take me to your ship? Where exactly are we going to go, Troy?""You have to trust me.""I don't—""Then trust that I will keep you safe, Maeve. I will reunite you with your family.""And what about Ernest? He's my family. He's out here all alone—"Fire flas
HannaWater. I was walking through it. No, on it, my feet covered by choppy, white-capped surf. I could hear her singing in the distance, the same lonely song she always sang.Who are you? I asked, my voice echoing over the endless horizon, nothing but water for miles and miles.But there it was, th
"NO!" I screamed, beating my fists against the dresser. "HELP ME, YOU BASTARD!"Troy wrapped his arms around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides as I writhed and kicked his shins with my heels."I love you, Maeve. I love you," Gemma sobbed, her voice breaking.I screamed, bucking forward, which ca







