The rest of the day passes lazily and well. Ben and Luca come back to the room with us, and we light a cozy fire. Ben stretches out in front of the hearth with his head buried in a pillow, and even though I insist that he go sleep in my little nook for a bit he protests that he’s fine. So I settle f
“I mean, I’m going to win,” he says with a confident shrug, a little smug but also a little offended that I’m doubting him. I sit back a little, half torn by my allegiance and my faith in him and half knowing that his confidence…is not going to be enough to pull him through. Luca looks around at
“Luca,” I growl, shoving uselessly at his shins, “let me up.” Luca just glares at Jackson at the door and then over at me. He can come to you, Luca says into my mind, possessive and predatory. I narrow my eyes at him, pissed. But there’s no time to think any more about it, because suddenly Jacks
I just sigh, and nod, and send back an impression of the dream state, letting him know that we can talk about it more safely there. Luca just nods, and closes his eyes, and continues his nap. That night, after dinner has been eaten and Luca and Ben have finally shuffled off to bed, I finally res
Luca pulls me again against his chest and then turns his body so that my back is flat against the mattress, my hair spread out around me. “Nice addition to the dream forest, Princess,” Luca murmurs, hovering his face over mine and pressing kisses to each of my cheeks. “What else can you do?” “Oh
“Um,” I say, my face suddenly burning with my blush as I glance downward, not knowing what to say – Or how to feel – Because, I mean, it’s not that I don’t…don’t like it…because I think I do!? I just – this is all very new, and very fast… Luca inhales sharply as he takes in my blush, the direc
I lean forward, wanting to kiss him very much again, but suddenly his words register fully with me and I give a little squeak, sitting up straight. “What?” Luca asks, suddenly concerned. “Wait,” I say, looking at him askance as I let my knees fall on either side of his waist, straddling him with
“I’m serious, Luca!” I say, looping my arms around his neck and forcing myself to pout a little, wanting him to be just a little more serious. “I mean…” I blush lightly, because I know I’m going to sound naïve but…well, I want to know. “You can’t have loved them all. Did you love…any of them?” “A
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