Sabrina“Oh,” I say, letting my voice fall slightly. “Then are you and Ally…”Max returns his eyes to my face, smirking slightly. “No, Betty. I’m not seeing anyone right now. Ally is my cousin and she and Elov are actually…well, doing whatever they’re doing.” He sighs, shaking his head at that. “But she’s family, which means Rhett can’t get rid of her no matter how hard he tries.”My shoulders straighten at this news as I mentally sort through the royal family tree, realizing that Ally and Max do indeed share a great-grandfather on his mother’s side. I mean, I knew the royal family was deeply entwined with the nobility of Vastria, but I hadn’t known that Max and she were close.Very interesting.“Not nice of Rhett to try to get rid of your friends,” I say softly, biting my lip.“Eh, Rhett doesn’t really care about being nice,” Max murmurs, shrugging and bending down to lift the decanter, pouring a little more wine into my glass. I watch the liquid sloshing in, intuiting that Max wants
SabrinaMy eyes widen when I see that it’s not some animal below, but instead Cosette - walking in from the orchard with a basket over her arm. I smile a little, watching her.“Oh, truffles,” Max murmurs, likewise peering over the edge of the balcony.I look up at him. “What?”“I think Cosette has truffles,” he says, narrowing his eyes slightly like he’s trying to see better.I frown, jealousy rising in me at the ridiculousness of Alpha eyesight. Stupid Alphas get all the perks. “You can see that?”He smiles, shifting his gaze back to me. “I can’t quite see it, but it’s a good guess. It’s the time of year for it and last year at this time they made these amazing truffle pastries. I hope they come back.”I look down at Cosette, curious. “I think that’s the girl who brought me dinner last night. Do you know her?”My cousin walks slowly back towards what must be the kitchen entrance in that wandering way I’ve seen a thousand times that means her mind is totally elsewhere – off in some im
Sabrina I nod eagerly, brows raising. My wolf howls and hops in my soul, liking gossip time very much.Cosette’s face falls from happiness into suspicion. “Wait, why did you bring me up? Sabrina! They’re not supposed to know you know me!”“They don’t,” I say, smiling with abandon. “I didn’t bring you up. Max did.”“No,” she breathes, her shoulders slumping as she clutches the uniform to her chest, wrinkling it in a way that she would otherwise never allow. “He…he knows who I am!?”“Apparently,” I say, nodding. “We saw you walking in from the orchard with a basket of truffles –““You saw that!?” she squeaks, hands clenching in the fabric of her clothes. Suddenly she notices what she’s doing and loosens her fingers, hanging the little outfit up and starting to pull off her robe. “Where were you!?”“Up on the balcony,” I say, pointing up towards the roof. “I don’t know, some dining suite.”“Damn,” she whispers, shaking her head at me. “I can’t believe you went to one of the Prince’s din
Sabrina“Okay,” Cosette says softly, nodding to me, reading my expression and backing off.“And what about you,” I say, riled a bit. “Have you been practicing, like you’re supposed to?”She pales a little, swallowing hard. “Don’t talk about that, Sabrina.”“Or what, you’re afraid everyone is going to figure out that your pastries are so delicious because –““Sabrina!” Cosette snaps, her body tensing. “I’m sorry I brought it up, okay? I didn’t realize you were this averse to talking about it. But you don’t need to throw my own shame back at me just because I upset you.”I take a deep breath, my knee-jerk instinct to bite back at war with my realization that she’s right. I’m just being a brat, trying to show her who’s boss.But I don’t want to treat her like that.“I’m sorry,” I say, my head hanging. I shake it, utterly ashamed. I have to be tough and defensive with so many people in my life, but Cosette has never been one of them.“It’s okay,” Cosy says, petting a hand over my hair. “I
“Um!” I say, looking away, genuinely embarrassed. But I’m certainly not going to let him know I walked into the door. Better he just thinks I’m over-eager. “Yes!”He laughs a little, opening the other door and tilting his head inside as an invitation. “Well let’s get you started,” he murmurs, slipping his hands into his pockets and moving towards the reference desk. I smile as I fall into step at his side, looking around the library which is gorgeous in the dawn light, all golden and pink.“Yeah, I really like this time of day,” Oliver murmurs, glancing over at me before slipping behind the desk. “Really pretty.”I smile at him, nodding my agreement.“So,” he says, leaning over the desk towards me. “Starting where we left off yesterday?”I nod again, very eagerly this time, wanting those diaries in my hands right now. “With the books?” he murmurs, smirking at me. “Or with…”My eyes go wide with surprise when Oliver darts a finger between us. I burst out laughing, genuinely charmed. O
SabrinaI exhale slowly as I come to the end of the final page of the first diary, which has taken me a week to translate. I write out the final word in my own private script – a simple, tricky little way of encoding messages wherein I take the first two letters of the word and write them at the end instead of the beginning. It’s not a complicated code – it would take the casual reader only a few moments to unravel it – but it’s enough to confuse anyone glancing at my page, giving me just enough time to snatch my notes back if anyone is looking.These are for me, after all – no one else.Happiness and pride blooms within me as I write down Philomena’s final word, because now I’ve got the whole story of the first diary laid out before me. And while I still haven’t found the key that will allow me to unlock any spells that she’s encoded in the writing, this is the first step.Philomena was so clever in her writing and her tricks operate on many levels, which is why she’s my favorite. No
Sabrina My heart sings as my eyes move over the page, starting to understand, starting to see the spell come forward. I murmur it as it becomes clear, feeling the magic race through me, concentrating I my hands. I start to breathe fast, my heart pounding as I realize that it’s a fascinating spell for deft fingers – and a fucking powerful one which could have a thousand uses – Philomena probably used it for pick-pocketing but -“What the fuck…”My head flies up.Rhett stands before me, staring down at my desk, horrified.I stare back at him, lips parted, befuddled – my brain still half in the spell –His eyes flash and he growls, lurching towards me. “Why the fuck are your hands glowing!?”I gasp, my eyes darting back to my hands where they clutch the book – and he’s right – they’re fucking glowing from the inside out, my bones visible –I shriek, dropping the book, standing so fast that my chair skitters out behind me.Rhett snarls, his hand whipping out, grabbing me by the arm and ha
Sabrina“I’m all right,” I whisper to the librarian, taking my seat again.“Can I get you a glass of water?” Bachmann whispers. “You’re perfectly safe here, darling –““That’s okay,” I say, nodding, lifting my chin, pretending to be brave.Bachmann nods, stroking me softly on the back and standing, turning towards Oliver. “You stay for a bit while I make my report,” she says, pausing for a moment. “Be kind, Oliver,” she says, raising a brow significantly. Some part of me realizes that she’s telling him not to hit on me in this tender moment and inwardly I smirk.If Oliver feels similarly, he hides it well, nodding seriously to his boss as she strides away.I exhale slowly, honestly not sure if I want Oliver to stay or go. Because while I am shaken and could probably use a friend for a moment
Sabrina“Sabrina!”“It’s just girl code –““It’s insane!”I frown at her. “No, it’s not.”“Sabrina, I don’t even have a chance with him –““It’s not about that.”“It’s ridiculous to end all of your plans just because I asked you to –““But you didn’t ask me to,” I say, nodding seriously to her. “And…I mean, it would be easier to pull off all I have planned if Max is gaga for me, all wrapped up in a love haze but…” I purse my lips, considering again what I spent the whole night considering after I left his rooms. “I can do it in other ways.”She just stares at me, her mouth continuing to hang open.“I’m still going to have to stay close to him,” I sa
Sabrina“Cosette,” I say softly, pressing my hand to my heart and leaning toward her, needing her to hear me on this. “I didn’t know that you felt that way about Max.”She blushes and drops her eyes, her natural bashfulness coming into play. “I know you didn’t, Sabrina. I just…didn’t know you intended to get close to him in that way.”“So, when I said I was going to his dinner parties…”She shrugs. “I guess I just thought you meant as a friend. Or like, a spy. It never even entered my mind that you’d want more. I mean…” she lifts her eyes to mine now. “He’s your enemy. Why would you want to kiss him?”I smirk a little. “I mean, you’ve never wanted to…”She scoffs at me and I put my hands up, not pushing any furt
Sabrina“Stop it!” she shouts, grabbing her pillow and hurling it at me. “It’s not normal! No, it was not okay for him to put his hands on me but you’re not going to kill him! This is going to be handled in a very normal way!”“Which is?” I ask, dry.“We’re going to report it to the bosses and let them decide!”I huff, shaking my head at her as I turn back to Matt –“Don’t look at him!”Kind of stunned by my cousin’s unusual order, I turn back to her, eyebrows again raised. “I’m in charge!” she says, smacking her palm against her mattress with a thwack. “This is my life! We’re doing this my way – not some sick underworld Lupa way! Say it! Now!”I take a deep breath. “I’m not letting him hurt you, Cosette.”
Cosette“Whoa!” Juliette shouts, skidding to a stop at our side. “What – what the hell’s going on here!?”Matty slowly raises to his feet as Demrick groans in pain – and maybe in terror - and I just stand very still, shocked.“Demrick put his hands on her,” Matty growls, glaring down at his enemy before lifting his eyes to Juliette. I watch as he shifts in to his usual calm demeanor – tucking his Lupa identity away, becoming again the hapless nice guy who is so helpful in the kitchen. “I told him not to.”Juliette turns her attention to me, eyes flaring. “Is that true, Cosette?”“Um,” I say, hesitating but then shrugging. God, I don’t – I don’t want this to become a thing. “Yes? He shook me –“Juliette gasps, spinning her attention back to Demrick with ire in her eyes as more people gather
Cosette“Was it a guy!?” he asks again – shouts, really, his arms tightening around me so much that I yelp, surprised as I’m crushed against his chest.“No!” I cry, shaking my head. And it’s not a lie – not really – Max didn’t do anything – and honestly, neither did Sabrina if I’m admitting the truth to myself – I didn’t tell her that I like the Prince, and even if I did I have no claim on him –The only person who’s really hurting me is my own stupid heart –“Who have you been seeing, Cosette?” Demrick snarls, his head lifting and snapping as he looks up and down the hall like someone who dated and dumped me is just going to be standing there thumbing his nose at us or something.“No one!”Demrick snarls again, louder now, his
CosetteI wipe hastily at my cheeks as I rush down the hall, sniffing hard. But no matter how fast my hands work they can’t seem to make the stupid tears just go away.God, this is so embarrassing.But I can’t help it – I’m just…fucking devastated.I couldn’t believe it for a second when I wheeled the cart into the room – I though I had to be imagining it or that my eyes had suddenly broken or that I’d gone insane.Sabrina! Fucking Sabrina in Max’s lap – my Max!My wolf howls and I scowl at myself because…why am I being so stupid!?I whip around the final hall corner and hurry down the basement corridor toward my room, desperate to get in there where no one will see me.Because this truly is so incredibly stupid. And not even just silly – just stupi
SabrinaAnd I remember that he’s always known her name. And while that might be just him liking her pastries and being kind to the employees of this institution, that sort of thing means something to girls like Cosette who are so talented and so often overlooked.I remember back to the night I tried to poison Rhett –And the charm she used on the water – the rhyme so simple, but flexible enough that a powerful Pancibus like her could…could use it every day, bake it right into the bread…Bread that Max eats every morning and evening.My jaw drops when I realize that…Cosette has been protecting him. Protecting Max from any poisons that someone might slip into his food – into any of his food, as long as he eats her bread along with it. And more than that, she’s been boosting his health – everyone’s health who eats her pastri
Sabrina“No!” Rhett calls back to me, pushing the door from the other side. “My thesis statements are fine – I don’t need your damned critiques tonight –“I burst out laughing, pushing harder, and the door gives way just a little bit. We’re all well aware that this is a farce - I’m small enough and he’s big enough that if Rhett wanted this door shut it would be. But I play along, pushing hard, enjoying myself. “Your thesis statements are crap!”“They’re fantastic!”“You need me!” I give one final shove and the door gives, Rhett smirking at me on the other side.He looms over me and points a finger at my face. “You keep your little sparkly pink pen away from my work tonight, Spencer.”I wrinkle my nose at him, all of my teeth bared in a wide smile. “Just try
SabrinaOr! That same bedroom could become the sky itself, and I could conjure up some wings on my back and walk through the clouds, feeling something akin to what it’s like to be a bird. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to touch any of the clouds or feel the wings, but it could be –“Hey!”I turn with surprise toward the voice, my face breaking into a smile when I see Oliver, of all people, chasing me down the hall.“Betty,” he says, smiling and slowing his jogging steps. “Damn, you got far fast.”I laugh, grinning up at him. “Little feet,” I say, lifting one fashionably booted foot and nodding down to it. “Make fast tracks.”His smile deepens. “You say weird shit. I love that.”Joy races through me. God, I love boys.“What’s up, Ollie?” I ask, stepping just half a step closer, ti