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“I’m going back to Crescent Falls at the end of the week,” Sydney says over the rim of his whiskey glass, his blue eyes a stark contrast to his all black suit. “To look for Sasha.”
“Ah,” I say, giving him a hard look. “You sure?”
“Am I sure I’m looking for her? Yes. It’s my mission.”
Ryan crosses his arms, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.
Evander leans against one of the enormous black marble columns in the ballroom, his eyes sliding to mine.
There’s barely anyone in here at this point. The musicians are being fed copious amounts of champagne in thanks for their near ceaseless playing over the past four or five hours, and the once riotous crowd has dispersed.
It’s 2:00 A.M. Everyone is going home. Even our family members have retreated to the numerous guest rooms.
So, it’s just me, Evander,
ArisThe clock over the stove reads 12:57 A.M. Posey moves into view wearing a tankt op and shorts, her skin shiny with perspiration. She piles her hair in a bun on the top of her head. In the dim light of the kitchen, she’s all curves and skin, something soft enough to sink my teeth into. I bite my lower lip instead, rolling the glass base of my half-empty bottle of beer against the kitchen island. She opens the fridge, scans the contents, and takes two steaks from the bottom self, already rubbed and salted, like cooking a meal in the late hours of the night was always her plan. “You know you’ve cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner like clockwork for the past two weeks. You were under no obligation to do that.” I fold my arms over my chest. Her eyes met mine in the hazy glow of the stove light. Thunder booms in the distance as a storm funnels over the lake, but inside it’s still warm from the heat of the day and cozy, like we hadn’t just spent several hours out on the town and at a
Posey“Here.” Aris slides a glass of purple-hued liquid in my direction. Fizz lifts off the round balls of ice within, and it smells like juniper and lavender. I immediately wrinkle my nose. I enjoy the occasional glass of wine, but I’ve never been one for hard alcohol, even during my college days. “Don’t worry. I know you don’t like liquor” Aris leans against the railing overlooking the lower level of the bar, where a live band sends a screeching rock melody through the venue. “It’s a mocktail. There’s nothing in it but soda water and flavor.”I arch a brow. “You’re not drinking either?”He shakes his head once, lifting an identical drink to his mouth. “Nope. I think I’ve drank enough for an entire lifetime while the boys were here. I want to be clearheaded going forward.” His gaze holds mine against the strobing lights. I feel a little off-center despite the crisp,buzz-free flavor of the drink. He finishes his in a single swallow and sighs, looking over the top of my head at the
PoseyRoman’s departure wasn’t the least bit shocking. He hovered in the doorframe of my bedroom in the glare of morning light, posturing, refusing to make eye contact as he rattled off what was happening and his expectations of me in the meantime. “It’ll be better for you to stay here. It’ll give you a chance to actually put forth an effort in your upcoming entrance exam, and I will finalize the details of your move to Moonrise while at home. You won’t have to worry about Mom and Dad’s feelings on the matter. You’ll be alone here. You’ll have all the time you need to prepare for this. To succeed.” His voice was monotone but firm–a silent warning, and honestly, a confirmation that he gets it now. Why I’m doing this. Why I have to go. Even if his reasons for being okay with it are entirely selfish and only about him and his precious future.He said nothing about Aris and left after saying, “I’ll pick you up in ten days, give or take.” The first thing I did was check my calendar, coun
ArisWhat I should have done is sent Roman back to Sapphire Ridge to chill the fuck out. What I did instead was nothing. It’s been three days since Willow stormed out, Roman shut down, and I kissed Posey not once, but twice against my better judgment. Three days of pretending like everything is okay, that I didn’t do something that will forever ruin my friendship with Posey and her brother if he finds out, which he won’t. I’m not even thinking about Roman, however. He’s a grown-ass man. An Alpha’s son. He’ll be fine, but his presence is currently grating on my nerves, and him leaving would be the best option. He’d go back to his responsibilities, and he’d have the opportunity to bury whatever he’s going through and refuses to talk to me about it. But if he leaves, so will Posey. I can’t allow that quite yet. I tell myself it’s not because he’ll take Posey with him, and I feel like I’m on the cusp of changing her mind, but because I need this summer as well. Like Roman and Posey, I
PoseyAris moves like a wolf even in his human form. Every step is calculated and sure-footed. I follow him down a wolf trail just above the rocky beach. He keeps his eyes trained on the forest, turning his head ever so slightly to every sound, but he hasn’t said a word to me in over two miles. I can’t say I mind the silence, the walk itself. The hike. This is exactly the kind of activity I enjoy. It’s a beautiful day, and after this morning, my mind was in a tangle. Now, it's quiet. The overstimulation I felt back at the house is nothing more than a gentle hum of noise in the back of my mind while I focus on everything and nothing at all. Gem Lake as a whole is a melting pot of environments, and here, in the Ruby district, the beaches tend to be rocky and steep, and the trees, mostly magnolia, silverbell, and dogwood, grow thick, giving much needed shade. Further south along the Gem Lake system, like the cove we visited, the beaches thin, the sand growing soft and pale, and the wat
PoseyAris’s lips are supple and warm–softer than I expected. I’m not sure what I anticipated, but it wasn’t… this. His mouth presses to mine–tender, soft, innocent. His hand remains on my cheek, holding me in place as he slowly eases the pressure and angles away ever so slightly. The distance is unbearable, like he’s taken the very breath from my lungs. I realize I’ve pinned my eyes closed, holding my breath, so I open them, looking up at him in disbelief. His fingers curl around the back of my neck, and he takes a shallow breath, his eyes searching mine before he presses our foreheads together, our mouths only centimeters apart.My stomach tumbles, my body floods with warmth like a sudden fever, and my heart feels like it's about to race out of my chest. “That’s what it feels like,” he whispers, his thumb smoothing over my cheekbone. “Everytime?”His eyes meet mine and hold, darkening several shades until they resemble raw iron. He leans forward, our lips nearly touching again.







