And by the tension in his shoulders, I can tell that he’s working very, very hard to embody that.“Come here, Ariel,” he murmurs, standing by the door and beckoning with one hand, the other resting on his hip.I send one last desperate glance at Daphne before walking to stand in front of my father.
I look seriously up into my father’s green eyes, my stomach turning over with anxiety.“Never, ever,” my father growls, “let a man raise his voice at you like that again. Do you hear me?” I can hear the anger rolling in him now – anger that I can tell he’s been tucking away for my sake.Tears spring
My eyes go wide when I see how packed it already is with our family, and our closest friends, and all of dad’s advisors including, of course, my grandpa.A smile bursts onto my lips when I focus on the group of young men in the back corner – all of them dressed in Cadet black.“Ohhh, that’s a sight
Cora and Roger take a moment to look over all of us with fond eyes. “Damn, you all look so cute,” Cora sighs, putting her hands on her hips. “Roger really did this nation’s women a favor when he designed these uniforms.”“All for you, my love,” Roger murmurs, leaning close and giving her a peck on t
If Luca could melt into a mortified puddle of humiliation, he’d do it, right then and there. He presses his eyes shut and hangs his head.“Answer me!” Sinclair barks.Luca’s shoulders start to tremble. “No, sir.”“’No, sir’ is right,” the King growls, stepping forward and snatching Luca’s face, pres
My eyes are fastened on the door the entire time it’s closed. Even when Rafe tries to pull me away I hastily shove him, not caring who sees.Anxious as hell, I send shout after shout down the line of my bond with Luca, trying to figure out what’s happening, what he’s feeling, what on earth my father
Inside, my wolf nips me, her hackles a bit raised. You watch him, she murmurs, wary.What? I ask her, looking between this young man and the Prince next to him who – I’m not sure why – seems…much more vicious to me. Which one?The one with the crown, she replies. I don’t know what, but he…he gets un
“Get out,” my father growls, taking a single menacing step towards the Atalaxian delegation. There’s danger in every line of my father, and even our own people lean away at the sight of him. Dad – he really is the wolf incarnate, ready to leap across the room and destroy this man who has so casually
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