“Fine,” I say, yawning into my wine. “Just for you, Daphne. I’ll bite the bullet and make out with Luca Grant someday and tell you all about it.” She laughs with me, but…well, my wolf turns in an eager circle in my soul, desperately hoping that I do. “Thank you, what a martyr you are,” she says,
“What the hell!” I shout, choking a little and scrabbling at his wrist, scratching and smacking at it, trying to hurt him enough so he’ll let me go. “You!” he seethes, shaking me again, so hard this time that I my head snaps back on my neck. “You’re the reason my brother didn’t get in to the Acade
“Luca!” I gasp, still shocked as he slams the door shut behind him and locks it. But he doesn’t say a word as he turns towards me, still livid, his jaw clenched. My eyes go wide because – is he mad at me? Is he going to – But he just closes the distance between us in one step, his hand flying up a
“How long have you known!?” “What the hell were you doing walking the halls by yourself!?” “Why wouldn’t you talk to me all week!?” But then we’re kissing again, and we both lose ourselves to it, all of our questions forgotten for the moment as my fingers stroke through his hair, as the warm s
“Shit,” Luca whispers, staring down at me as he freezes. The knock comes again, more insistent this time. “Ari!” My eyes flare when I hear Jesse’s voice outside the door. “Oh no!” “Ari!” Jesse shouts again, pounding on the wood. “Let’s go!” Luca jumps up, looking frantically around at the
Down a pretty little bond that I suddenly feel between us, shining silver in my soul. A smile bursts onto my face as I realize that I can feel that Luca is anxious – that he doesn’t want to let his mate away from his side for a second. Even though he knows, obviously, that I’m in good hands with Jes
Unfortunately, that night when I go into the dream state, Luca isn’t there. Anxiety whirs in me as I turn around in the birch forest, looking for him, but it’s…definitely just me by myself. I frown, trying to feel him…is he just…not asleep? And there’s…certainly something there. It’s almost like
I burst into a grin because instantly, instantly I have an answer to why Luca didn’t come to the dream state last night. Both Luca and Ben are sitting at our table with full plates of food in front of them, their faces green. Ben rests his head against his folded arm and gives up halfway through g
Ariel bursts out laughing and gestures out to the rest of the roof. “Of all the interference to our plans, you’re going to point out this tiny, adorable, sleeping infant pup as the problem!?” Both boys look down at the little dark-haired baby, whose amber eyes flicker open to betray her mother’s w
Jesse sighs, glancing at his watch and then looking to the door, an undrunk glass of champagne in his hand. “Where the hell is your damn sister?” “Your damn cousin,” Rafe murmurs, draining his glass and then pouring himself another. “You’d better stop that,” Jesse says, turning his head to Rafe
She goes still for a moment and then laces her fingers with his, squeezes his hand. “We’re not dating or anything,” she snaps. “Just…because you got all rejected and stuff. I didn’t come running up here just because you’re single – I thought you were going to die –“ “Sure, you didn’t,” Jesse says,
“I love you, Jesse,” Midnight whispers, watching him, her little mouth trembling, her entire body feeling weak. “I love you too, Mids,” he replies. “Always.” She nods once. And then disappears. Midnight fights hard against her emotions as she flits through the castle, moving back and forth bet
“I’m saying,” Midnight says, freely crying now, cupping Jesse’s face in her tiny hands. “That I – I don’t want to have your pups, Jesse. Ever. Ever. I don’t want them.” She shakes her head, vehement. “I think I’d be a bad mom. I’d leave them at the grocery store and forget they were there. I – I jus
She has to admit though…the stars are a pleasant addition. Midnight’s wolf gives a little worried howl, sprawled out in her soul, her little legs too weak to carry her much or far these days. But Midnight smiles a little and strokes a mental hand over her wolf’s fur, pleased to see her free and cl
“What,” Jackson asks, frowning down at the little rectangular stone in his hands. “Is it like, special?” “Jackson!” Midnight hisses, standing on her toes to smack him on the chest. “They’re invaluable! This is only the second I’ve ever seen in the world! And I only know of one besides that other o
I laugh, pointing at the big plate of apple pie on the table. “Well, I’m glad to see that you’re feeling cheerful,” I say, grinning at her. “I am!” she says, happily plopping down next to Jesse and reaching for the pie, pulling it all onto her lap and digging in with a fork. “I don’t think that an
Jesse’s eyes open first, and then Midnight’s, slow and sleepy. “How do you feel?” I ask quietly, leaning towards her, able to see her better now in the dawn light that streams through the windows. “What happened?” Jackson asks. I turn to see him standing at the door and I smile, reaching out a h