Julian and I ran all the way to Nicholas’s room. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. “Maybe he’s asleep,” I said. “See if it’s locked,” Julian said. I tried the handle. The door opened at once, pushing inward. Together, Julian and I stumbled into the room. Then, I gasped. Furnitu
My wolf stepped another inch closer to me, and then, inexplicably, it stopped. I peeked open my eyes. It had entirely frozen, eyes on mine. It panted its breath. Its muscles tensed like it was holding itself back. I didn’t dare hope but… “Do you… remember me?” I asked. It stepped back and
Despite what Nicholas had said, by the time Julian came rushing back with an onslaught of guards, Nicholas and I were back in his rooms. Nicholas had gone into the bathroom to shower and change. I sat just outside, a towel in my hands, wiping the blood off of my face. Julian stayed with me while t
I shook my head. “What we need to focus on is stopping Jane once and for all, and getting my wolf back.” “Then let’s go,” Julian said. “Go where?” Nicholas asked. But I knew where he’d meant. “Veronica.” By the time thee three of us knocked on Veronica’s door, it was close to 3:30 in the mor
“Okay,” I said. “Um, so how do we trap Jane?” I looked at Julian. He’s typically the master of schemes. I expected him to have a few up his sleeves. Right now, however, he seemed a bit blank. He shook his head, as if to recover. “We just need to lure her in… if we could… prepare a closet to trap h
The next morning, as I was preparing for the day, a messenger came to the door to call me to a meeting with the King. I immediately put back the jeans and t-shirt I was going to wear and selected a dress instead. Charlotte helped me dress in a hurry, and then I rushed to follow the messenger. I wa
“I guess that’s that,” Julian said, and snaked his arm away from me. Nicholas looked at the dark opening in the wall, a stern expression on his face. I felt powerless. There was nothing I could say to replace a father’s love. With the King’s absence, Nicholas spoke more truthfully. “This escap
In full view of the watchful cameras, Julian and I stood side by side in the kitchen, a plate of cookies on the counter before us. We’d already rolled out the dough, cut the shapes, and baked them in the oven. These were the finished results. It had been difficult to relax in front of the camera c