We have a really nice evening, especially when the food comes and then we get to share in on the muffins that Daphne’s mother sent along as a gift, but even despite that I think all of our eyes are on the clock. Tomorrow everything starts again, after all, and we’re all anxious to make a good start.
“I know,” I murmur, remembering the stressful meeting. “But I’m glad you’re here. And I’m glad that you and Luca…worked things out, or whatever.” “We couldn’t keep going the way things were,” Jackson says, shaking his head at me sadly. “Our little timeshare will solve a lot.” “Timeshare?” I ask,
“Absolutely not,” Rafe growls, looking between me and Jackson. “This is ridiculous – Jackson, you can sleep in your own damn bed –“ “Again, I’m fine with that,” Jackson cuts in, I think starting to get frustrated. “But Ariel would be coming with me.” All three boys look to me and I only hesitate
Jesse sighs and walks back towards the bathroom as I find my balance. “Welcome to Casa Sinclair, new roomie,” he murmurs. “Good to have you here.” “He’s not a roomie!” Rafe calls over his shoulder, angry. “He just sleeps here!” I squeak with joy and throw myself at Jackson next. My mate laughs a
“I’m sorry,” Jackson says, and I can tell by his devastated tone that he means it very much. “I’m so sorry, Ariel.” “Jackson,” I sigh, frustrated – because it’s very difficult to be angry with him when he’s being so sweet. “What are you even sorry for?” He pauses and it’s instantly clear to me t
“Is that really what you want?” Jackson asks, worried, his arms still tight around me like he doesn’t want to let me go. “To have Luca here? Or…to spend some nights with him?” “No,” I answer instantly, and as I say it I realize with a bit of surprise that it’s true – that…that I really don’t want
Jackson blinks, clearly still working to clear the sleep away as Jesse and I peer at him from either side. “McClintock isn’t a real name,” he murmurs, looking between us. “We don’t…have last names in the Community – they just assigned McClintock to me when they gave me my identity paperwork, which w
I scowl at my mate, and then glance down at myself as we move further into the cool darkness of the castle, making our way to the elevators that will take us back up to our rooms. “I hate that you work out with us now,” I mutter. “Before, I was able to be mysterious, to keep my weaknesses hidden –“
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