Why the hell…A little knock comes at the door.“Ariel, sweetheart?” It’s Pippa. “Are you okay?”“Yes!” I call, my voice tight. “Um, just a minute.”Panting, I turn back to the mirror and spit out the toothpaste, scowling when I realize that I’m still a prisoner, even if my magic somehow bizarrely w
Steady and bold, I walk back to the bathroom door, slipping an elaborate blue brocade robe off of a hook and slipping it over my arms. As I tie the belt around my waist, I let myself slip into that Cream Puff Princess attitude that Faiza and I spent hours practicing.Dumb as a rock, I say to myself,
“Princess,” Elias says with a sad little sigh. “I’m sure there are a great many questions that you –“But a clatter interrupts Elias’s words and he jumps a little as the little carafe of cream goes soaring to the ground.“Oh, Ellie,” Pippa says, giving him a half-hearted little glare along with a la
I allow a tiny smile to find my lips as my eyes move over Elias’s tense face. He holds my gaze, determined and afraid, and I decide suddenly that he’s…either an excellent actor or very, very earnest.“He’s fine,” I whisper, nodding quietly to this Atalaxian prince. Immediately, the tension goes out
I can’t help but huff a little laugh and shake my head. “Why are you telling me this, Elias?” I wonder, passively, if it’s a lie. But…why tell me lies? It’s not like I’m going to be able to go home and report on them. Simply to further my trust in him? “Whose side are you on?”“I,” Elias says, quiet
“Get out of here, Elias,” Gabriel snaps, keeping his eyes on me. “I need a moment alone with my Luna.”I go stiff and so does Pippa, both of us staring at the cruel, blue-eyed prince leaning against the door. My eyes flash between him and Elias, noting their remarkable similarities, though Gabriel i
“How do you do that?” I speak as if in great wonder, even though I’m a little surprised that he’s spilling so much detail so easily. Is it just arrogance? Or a true desire to let me know precisely how captive I am, and him with all the power?“It is my gift,” he says, shrugging. “From Darkness himse
My wolf growls and turns in my soul, worried, wishing I’d had more time to ask Elias about Jesse’s mate, this apparent master spy.“Luca Grant rejected me,” I say, shrugging and looking down at my plate, willing myself to look sad and contrite about it. “And Jackson McClintock is nothing. A brute. A