Jesse and Rafe blink and stare around, confused. But Alvez claps his hands together, breaking the tension and ignoring Tony’s question. “Let’s move on. I’d like an update, please, regarding the status of your magic and if there has been any progress over the break. Davis, I’m assuming by your rath
“Come on, Ari,” Jackson whispers next to me, even though I barely hear him, so hard am I concentrating on the paper, on the magic within me. “You can do this.” But suddenly I feel his hand on my back, warm and encouraging. I take a deep breath, trying to lean into his faith, but I have to admit my
“Well, I did,” Alvez says, smirking a little at his upper hand. “She can create it.” “Your mom can make…storms?” Tony asks, a little wide-eyed, leaning over to look at Jesse. “She can control all the weather,” Jesse says casually, sending Tony a wink. “She’s a badass. Plus, I always get snow on
“Ariel,” Rafe sighs, slumping down in his chair and covering his face with his hand, shaking his head. “Seriously? Do you always have to be so dramatic?” “What!” I protest, turning to stare at him. “We agreed we were going to tell him! What’s the big deal?” Rafe sighs. “The big deal is –“ “Wai
I gasp, and a vicious snarl instantly rips from Jackson’s lips as Tony gasps in shock, but before anyone can do anything more than that Alvez is already striding out the door. “What is with him?” Tony asks, coming to stand between Jackson and I, looking between us, appalled. “You see it too?” Ja
Ariel doesn’t come up once the dinner is served and Rafe scowls at her portion, growing cold on its plate. God damn sisters. Why does she have to be so…willful, always pushing forward on her instincts, blurting things out or taking insane actions just because it “feels” right? And what even is g
When she sees who’s standing out there, holding a plate of food in his hand, her face breaks into a wide, laughing smile. She swings the door open and leans against the frame, staring up into Rafe Sinclair’s pretty green eyes. “Well, aren’t you a surprise,” she says, beaming at him. “Thought you
“Rafe,” Daphne murmurs, clearly guilty as she reaches out and cups his cheek in her palm. “I’m sorry, I just –“ “No, Daphne,” Rafe replies, laying back against the pillow and closing his eyes, moving his arms so that his hands press lightly against her back. “Don’t be sorry – don’t ever be sorry f
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