Joselin's P.O.V. The morning air was warmer than I would have liked, and I regretted leaving the house as soon as we stepped outside. Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice. It wasn't just because I had work to do, a panicked spell caster to take care of, and an unknown witch draining the life and
It was constantly there. My need for him would never fade. If anything, last night and this morning only intensified it. Even though he refused to let me shower, insisting that he wanted me to smell like him, I did my best to clean myself up in the bathroom. That didn't mean I didn't grow wet again
Our agreement had been simple. At first, Cyrus had demanded me because he wanted me to offer him my protection, guaranteeing that nothing terrible would ever happen to him. I declined. In response, I allowed him to move into the castle for the time being, surrounded by a handful of trustworthy witc
Joselin's P.O.V. My arms were crossed over my chest, my fingers tapping against my bicep as I debated my next move. Cyrus had been good for the past few days, and after I spent another frustrating week trying to tap into Rona's blood, I couldn't help myself. The vial of his blood had been calling
The cushions sank down as I relaxed into it. "Get out of my chair." Killian groaned again, but I rolled my eyes and ignored him. "I need to do something, and I'll need to ask for your help," I stated, pulling the bottom drawer of his desk open. The stash of junk food he kept in the back of the dra
"Why haven't you been sleeping?" I asked, standing up and going to the wet bar against the wall and pouring myself two fingers of scotch. Killian closed his eyes before taking a deep breath. "Natalie has changed her mind about being ready for a baby. She wants one now." I nodded, expecting that wo
Joselin's P.O.V. "You're coming with me," I said as I walked past Tobias in the gym. The large stack of plates dropped loudly as he released the rope he had been pulling. I didn't need to look over my shoulder to know he was following me. I could feel him. His hands shot out, grabbing my waist and
Either she trusted people less than I did or hid something huge, powerful, or incriminating inside that small cottage. For the next hour, I fought against the dozens of traps she had in place, trying to get close enough to get into her house. Tobias looked ready to barrel through the yard and knock