로그인The 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
As I looked through other colors of yarn, Seraphine leaned in toward my ear and whispered, "Elliott is kind of cute, isn't he? "I wanted to make sure I had enough yellow yarn to finish the baby blanket I'd started crocheting without having to come back to the store, so I grabbed several skeins and
I did wonder, if I had a boy, would he grow up to be like his father? I wasn't sure that I wanted that for my son. Ethan needed to work on his emotions—to put it lightly.Soren's expression didn't change for a second, and he seemed to be studying my face. "I think it would be incredible if you had a
**Rosalie's POV"Do you know Soren?" I asked Ethan.I should've asked this question much sooner, but I was very used to seeing Soren, so their similarity no longer bothered me. And the past few days, I'd been so distracted that this question never came to mind… until just now. Ethan and Soren looke
**Rosalie's POVSoren and I fell into a bit of a routine. He'd come over almost every night, if he was at home and not away on business, and I'd play the piano and sing a lullaby or other soothing song, and most of the time he would return to his mansion, but once in a while, he'd end up falling asl







