I grin a little, thinking of him curled up in it. But then I think about what he’s requested. “Tomorrow?” I ask, biting my lip a bit. “On…Midwinter Eve? Luca…why don’t you just come here for the party?”He sighs and looks down at me, quickly shaking his head, letting me know that…plans have changed.
“Would you stop it!?” Ben growls, his voice a little frantic now, looking over at the bar where Rafe is finishing up. “I’m never going to see the Atalaxians again, so it won’t matter and I’ll be fine, just drop it –“I gasp, going still. “So, it has something to do with the Atalaxians!?”He groans,
“More than I have ever been,” he says, heaving an exhausted sigh and then draining his glass. Rafe laughs and pats him on the shoulder.“Come on, then,” he says, nodding back towards the family bedrooms. “Bunk with me tonight, like you did the first night. No sense in wandering the palace trying to
Despite the rather dramatic way in which Jackson carried me to his room, about half an hour later the vibe is very different – calm, easy and simple, honestly like we do this every night. I’m freshly showered and dressed in another ridiculously large set of his pajamas as he comes out of the bathroo
“Exactly,” Jackson says, nodding solidly as he holds my gaze. “Trust your course, Ariel. An effective military needs people with many branches of expertise. Neumann is requiring you to learn your stuff because that’s what he believes you need to know – not military strategy like the rest of us. He w
The palace is quiet as Daphne slips out, stifling a yawn as she trots down the front steps, her bag slung over her shoulder and a portfolio clutched in her arms. She shivers a bit in the cold as she hails a cab from the busy street in front of her, sending one last wistful look at the sleeping palac
“Come here, Fifs, you disaster, let poor Daphne go,” Jesse calls, holding his arms out for the baby in Daphne’s arms. He’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch now, a puzzle spread out before him, both Chase and Bella on either side of it, sorting through the pieces. Seraphina – called Fifi by
“They’re beautiful,” Rosie whispers, her voice reverent as she sorts through the pages of Daphne’s designs.“I can make you one too,” Daphne says, peeling her eyes from Jesse and leaning forward to smile at the girl before her, just on the cusp of her teenage years.Rosie squeaks with pleasure and h