I press the secret catch on the window casing and push the window to the children’s suite open, starting to step down into the room.But I freeze when I see him there in front of me, turning to look at the noise I’m making. Immediately, I note that he’s shirtless, as he usually is in the morning.Which is just…great.I exhale all in one gush of air as my foot finds the floor. But I freeze, unable to move anymore because –The way he’s looking at me. Like a predator – and I’m a damn snack –My stomach curls with want, my wolf howling and flopping to her side in anguish at being denied.Auden growls – taking a moment to look me up and down, studying me. A smile bursts out on my lips as I remember what the imaginary dream-Auden said last night – that he wants to snatch me up when he sees me coming in this window - and then carry me away to his room and
I sigh, shaking my head and looking around at them wishing…God, wishing it could be real.But my spine straightens at that sudden impulsive thought because…is that…is that real?My eyes move to Auden’s face, searching it.Is this…more than a silly crush, a helpless attraction to a man who is simply undeniably good-looking?If it was possible – and it is patently not – would I…would I want a family with this man?Am I –“Mama?” Niall asks, looking up at me with a frown.I shake myself and look down at him, startled out of my thoughts.“Are you okay, mama?” he whispers. “You look sad.”“You do,” Vivi murmurs, leaning forward to frown at me, confused and displeased.I force a smile to my lips, laughing a little as I look between them – deliberately avoiding Auden’s gaze. “Sorry
I look down at my plate, staring at my eggs and toast, trying to…fucking reconcile this.Because…how?How can he have the exact scars that I remember from my dreams? My heart starts to pound and I start to take deep breaths, trying to calm down.Did I – how –But my wolf nudges me, urging me to see sense. It’s simple, she whispers, curling herself calmly around my heart. We’ve been seeing him almost daily with his shirt off – and we must have subconsciously noticed the scars. Our mind just made up a story to go along with it.Slowly I exhale, my eyes fluttering shut, my soul calming.Because yes. Of course, yes, that’s right.God, why did I just fully panic about that? The dreams just…feel so real sometimes.Man, maybe it is a bad idea to indulge in these little cakes. I’m starting to have trouble telling dr
I wince as I slam the glass door to the roof garden shut behind me, leaning against it even as I hope to hell that it doesn’t shatter. But it holds – of course it holds – it’s survived so much more than me having a panic attack –I press my eyes shut, trying desperately to run through all of the events of the morning, but they all blur together.First the way Auden turned to me when I came through the window, the fucking hunger in his eyes –And then how I noticed his shoulder – followed by those words – Where had they come from? Why did I say that – basically quote dream-Auden to real-Auden’s face!?And his expression – the absolute shock in his eyes, the recognition before Vivi asked us what was wrong and we both sprung into action, neither of us looking each other in the eye again before we got the kids bustl
“Wasn’t I clear about what the cakes make possible, besides vivid dreams?” Margot asks quietly, grimacing and crossing her arms over her chest. “Darling, how did you think I knew what Mahl was dreaming about every night?”I gape at her. “He…he didn’t just tell you in the morning?”“Oh, baby,” Margot says, sighing and reaching for me, pulling me into her arms and giving me a big hug, rocking me back and forth as she shakes her head. “You think Mahl wakes up and tells his concubine all about his good dreams? Sugar…” She grimaces again.I groan, ducking my head against her shoulder. Because of course. Of course he’s not that kind of man. God, what was I thinking?“What happened?” Margot asks, her voice all soft and comforting as I go to absolute emotional pieces with my face pressed to her shoulder. “W
I lean towards her, studying her face. “I’ve never even heard of something like that – a substance that makes you able to sleep and dream so vividly – and then to share dreams. It’s like something out of a fairy tale!”“Just like me!” she says, fluffing her hair and giving me a smug, joking smile before she laughs. I laugh too, unable to help it. But then she leans towards me, her face sweet and a little conspiratorial. “Look, Everleigh…Mahl forbid little tricks like this years ago, but that doesn’t mean that everyone stopped using them. And the women in my family have been doing this sort of thing for years – we didn’t just give it up because some big bully king told us to.”My eyes widen as I realize what Margot is truly telling me – that she comes from a tradition of magic users and makers – the sorts of women whom Mahl would mark as witches an
I push back the hood of my cloak a little, looking around the shady grove into which we ride.“Just ahead!” Margot says, laughing a little, clearly pleased to be home.But…home.God, I knew Margot came from humble beginnings but I didn’t think she honestly lived in the wilderness like this. Everything around us is just wild - woods and trees – a pretty brook with waters tumbling over its rocks in a lively, cheerful way – sunlight falling through the leaves and dappling the floor. Not a sign of civilization anywhere – not even a road leading to this little clearing.But it’s…beautiful.Honestly nearly the entire ride here I've just been worrying so much about Auden - what to do, how to fix this - but now that we're here -God, all I can do is just...stare at the beauty all around.As I nudge my horse further forward, following Margot’s own mare, I wonder if I would have liked to have grown up in a place like this. Such freedom but also such…boredom. I don’t think I would have made it w
My eyebrows raise as a rough little laugh sounds, echoing around the grove as my horse walks away from me, revealing a very small grey-haired woman standing before her door, her hand fisted on her hips. I blink for a second because…do I…But a wide grin stretches her features as she looks me up and down, disrupting the thought. “So,” she says, quite cheerful. “Are you one of my fancy daughter’s fancy friends?”I laugh and dip into a little curtsy. “I suppose I am.”The woman steps closer to me – peering up into my face. I am not particularly tall but she is particularly short. One corner of my mind considers that Margot’s father must have been a giant to get a daughter so tall –But there’s no time to think about that as the woman steps forward, sniffing the air, reaching for me. “Hands, please,” the woman orders, her own held out palm up. I barely hesitate before slipping my hands against hers, but she hastily turns them over and brings her face close, studying my palms. “I see, I se
I shake my head at him. “Don’t do that! You have no right to demand to see the inside of my mouth!”His little lips fall into a terrible frown. “I’m sorry, mama. I was just playing –“My hands loosen immediately and I sigh, shaking my head as I gather him close. “It’s okay, baby,” I whisper. “I’m sorry too. It’s all right, we’ll just forget about it.”He nods against me and my wolf howls her panic, dashing back and forth in my soul.“All right, to bed,” Auden says, reaching for Vivianna, his face still stern and businesslike. Vivi hops up and jumps into his arms, Coco squawking and fluttering to the bed, following his little girl.Niall looks up at me, worried. “We’re not fighting, are we mama?” I snuggle him close. “Me and you?” I give him a big grin. “Not a chance, baby. We’re best friends.”He laughs and then nods, well pleased by that.“Okay, night, mama!” Vivi calls, held high in her papa’s arms and very happy about it. She waves to me, showing no intent of getting down.I sigh
My eyes widen as I stare at the cake plate Auden holds out to me. Because I…I mean. There is no way I’m eating one of those cakes.“Go ahead, Everleigh, choose,” Auden says, his voice still low. “Or I’ll choose for you.”I move my eyes to his face, which is stony and set with determination.I don’t make a noise.“I’ll eat hers!” Vivi says, hand snatching out.“Nope!” Auden says, lifting the plate high out of our daughter’s reach and shaking his head at her. “Adult cakes.”I swallow hard, thinking that is…quite an apt description. But does Auden realize that as well?Vivi huffs her disappointment, sitting down hard on her rump and crossing her arms.“I’ll take this one, then,” Auden says, taking a piece of cake off of the plate and then again extending the dish again to me.I watch, my mouth falling open a little as Auden pops the tiny cake in his mouth and briefly chews before swallowing hard – barely tasting it. Horror turns in me as he presses the plate closer, clearly demanding th
I nod, pushing myself up and not letting my mind turn too much on the idea that Auden is inviting me to bed. We do this sort of thing all the time – let the children sit and entertain themselves by the fire while we move back here to have our own chat. The kids only glance at us before turning back to their books, not noticing anything amiss.I settle back against my pillows as Auden stretches his long body out over his side of the bed –God. I’ve got to stop thinking of it that way. None of it is his side.But then he glances at me, looking toward my pocket. “What’s that?”“Note from Mahl,” I murmur, patting it.“Do you need to read it?”I turn toward him, frowning a little. “Do you…want to see it?”He hesitates for a second and then shrugs, declining the offer but I think a little pleased that I made it. I study him for a second
“Auden,” I whisper, starting to tremble a little as he looms above me. Slowly, I lift my hands from the door, my heart pounding as I reach for his face. But I hesitate – not daring to touch. “I – I’m fine! Nothing happened! I’m fine – we were fine!”Auden groans, his shoulders starting to tremble now as he turns his head sharply to the side, pressing his eyes shut and swallowing hard, clearly pulling himself together. “Foolish and reckless, Everleigh. As usual.”“I’m sorry,” I whisper, shaking my head, meaning it. “I’m sorry – I didn’t think! I…wanted to spend a day with my friend – like I used to. Angeline and I used to go riding in the woods all the time! It was –““Unguarded? You went riding unguarded with Angeline?”I hesitate, dropping my han
“Oh, my apologies for the profligate waste of your youth,” I return, rolling my eyes at her.“Thank you,” she says, nodding sharply.Niall hesitates, glancing back at the books, clearly liking the homework and not wanting to let Vivi know.I sigh, glancing at Auden and then back at the kids. “All right, all right,” I say, shooing them back toward the fire. “If your instructor wants you to do it you’d better listen.”They both turn – Niall pausing to give me another hug before he darts back to the books and Coco. Coco nudges Vivi’s page, looking at it curiously and wanting it turned, almost as if he’s reading along with her.“What do you think about this?” I murmur, frowning and leaning closer to Auden as I watch my children turn their focus on what looks like quite large and serious set of books for two small children on their first week of school. “Is this really the best –““Everleigh.”The words fade from my lips as I turn my face up to his. I’m proud of myself for going only a lit
“That little bag of powders and potions is an arsenal in the right hands,” Margot says with a sigh, rolling her eyes a bit. “But whatever, Everleigh, you’re the Queen and you get to do whatever you want -”“Margot.” My voice is solid as I stop my horse, reaching for her and wrapping my hand around her wrist. She stops her horse too, turning to me in the saddle, curious but wary. “I have nothing,” I whisper. “Nothing in this world to protect me – Mahl has taken it all away. Except for gold and jewels. And it might seem like that is a resource – but Mahl has largely closed my lines of contact so that even if I have gold at my fingertips I have nowhere to spend it. So if I can trade a bit of that, and better your mother’s life, and build myself a tiny arsenal of minor spells that maybe – maybe I can begin to use to protect myself…would you really deny me that?”Margot’s shoulders slump as she looks at me, a sad frown taking her lips. Then she shakes her head. “No, Everleigh. I’m sorry. I
“Whatever my rich old Alpha wants,” Margot says with a happy sigh. I shift my stare to my friend, my hands wrapped around my cup, because…Honestly, I’ve never heard her say before that she expected to marry. And an Alpha? I mean, it’s not completely unheard of – there are stories of Alphas who as a last act of defiance to their greedy families take a low-born wife far too young and pretty for them.But is that really Margot’s plan?She grins at me, perhaps seeing me put it all together, and gives a saucy wink – letting me know that it is.But Mindy lets out a wolfish little growl, shaking her head. “You need more than that, girl. Your potential –““Is fine,” Margot says, rolling her eyes. “Let me live my life, mother.”“I wish you’d listen to me.”“I wish you’d listen to me.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, leaning across the table to get a better look at Margot’s mother’s face. She grins at me again, showing a set of straight white teeth. “You’re…you’re the woman, from the cart…”She laughs, her eyes crinkling in the corners, blending in with the wrinkles that otherwise crease her face. “The woman from the cart – yes, my finest moniker, the name my mother dreamed I would bear –“I laugh a little, sitting back, my cheeks flushing – because that was rude – but Margot laughs too, harder than me, and a glance at her happy face lets me know that it’s all right – I haven’t truly offended anyone.My friend looks between me and her mother, interested. “Wait, so really? My surprise introduction isn’t so much of a surprise?”“You tell her,” the woman says, gesturing to Margot a
My eyebrows raise as a rough little laugh sounds, echoing around the grove as my horse walks away from me, revealing a very small grey-haired woman standing before her door, her hand fisted on her hips. I blink for a second because…do I…But a wide grin stretches her features as she looks me up and down, disrupting the thought. “So,” she says, quite cheerful. “Are you one of my fancy daughter’s fancy friends?”I laugh and dip into a little curtsy. “I suppose I am.”The woman steps closer to me – peering up into my face. I am not particularly tall but she is particularly short. One corner of my mind considers that Margot’s father must have been a giant to get a daughter so tall –But there’s no time to think about that as the woman steps forward, sniffing the air, reaching for me. “Hands, please,” the woman orders, her own held out palm up. I barely hesitate before slipping my hands against hers, but she hastily turns them over and brings her face close, studying my palms. “I see, I se