“What do you mean you’ve never been in a house before!?” I cry, smacking my mate on the arm. He grins down at me and Marigold does too. “I mean, when would I have been in a house, Ariel? I grew up in a barracks cabin with a bunch of other boys, and then moved to the city where I lived in an apartm
“All right,” dad says, coming back in with mom and settling the tray of drinks on the coffee table. Mom hands me my tea before going to perch on the arm of the big lounge chair that dad sits in. “Tell me about this plan to adopt Marigold.” My eyebrows go up. “Sorry?” I ask, looking between him and
“That is my daughter, Jackson,” I say, pointing at Marigold again. “We agreed on this. We’re going to take her to the Goddess, ask her to fully recognize her as such. And as my daughter, she is due all of the rights, privileges, and responsibilities of a Princess of Moon Valley. I don’t care if ther
Midnight’s eyes go wide as she stares up at dad. “We do?” “Yes,” he says, nodding gravely and tilting his head towards the door. “Come on.” Jesse moves to stand up but dad puts a hand out towards him. “If Midnight is mature enough to enroll at this school then she’s got to start to make her own
I nod, understanding and crossing to the bed, climbing onto it to sit between them. Jesse turns more fully towards me so that we make a neat little triangle. “What are you thinking, Midnight?” I ask softly, wanting her full opinion. “I’m thinking that it’s a bad choice either way,” she grumbles,
I exhale slowly, my fingers twisting in my wolf’s fur as I look over at Jesse, standing next to me, his wolf at his side. “This is weird, cousin,” he says with a little grimace. “Welcome…to my soul.” “It’s nice here,” I say, nodding, looking around at the mostly-blank space that looks precisely
Midnight bursts into tears, looking down at her wolf, her entire body starting to tremble. “I – I didn’t know,” she whispers, starting to shake her head. “Mids,” Jesse calls, his voice breaking, kneeling down at the edge of his soul and reaching for her. “Midnight, please, are you okay?” She jus
Ariel moves ahead of Jesse, quietly opening the bedroom door and then the front door, clearing the way. Jesse passively bids Jackson and Marigold goodnight as he goes, but his mind is distracted. He doesn’t even see if Marigold is still awake. Instead, he just keeps his eyes on the grass in front
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