Bridget blanched. “What did you call me?” Ronan clutched at his head as he forced himself upward into a sitting position. “Beloved?” “You hit your head too hard there, merfolk creep,” Bridget said. Ronan’s eyes grew wide. “How can you say that, Bridget? After everything we’ve shared?” “Share
Everyone, myself included stood there staring at Bridget with wide eyes. Did she… just slap the crown prince of the werewolf kingdom? At least, I supposed, she didn’t do so in front of the cameras, or in front of Ambassador Zale and his merfolk guards. But even so, to do so at all… Nathan was as
Nicholas reached up and cupped my face with both hands. He traced his thumbs across my cheekbones, before lowering his thumb to cross over my bottom lip. The pad of his thumb dragged over it. Feeling a little bold, I darted my tongue and licked him. He gasped, then pushed his thumb into my mouth.
The next morning was the final of our time on the island, so I made sure to set a personal alarm to wake me up just before dawn. When it finally went off, I grumbled a minute, before remembering my plan and forcing myself out of bed. I turned toward Elva and shook her gently, rousing her. “Mommy
The Oracle and her entourage stayed just off the shores of the beach. I didn’t know what they were waiting for. “She’s giving you time,” Veronica said. When she realized that could be cryptic, she added, “Likely to get your affairs in order. She wouldn’t want to scare Elva.” I could appreciate t
We stood in front of the ocean in a line parallel with the water. First Veronica. Then Julian. Nicholas. Elva, and myself. Veronica raised her book. The book light was no longer needed now and turned off. Veronica read the invitation spell by the bright light of the morning sun. The words were f
Veronica hung her head. She left something out? Nicholas and I glanced at each other, before the Oracle spoke up once more, reclaiming our attention. “For the volunteers it will be painful. Perhaps you’ve guessed as much. The sacrifice of life force, even that freely given, leaves it’s toll. Kno
When I blinked my eyes open again, I was reclining on a leather seat with the back dropped way down. The ceiling seemed to be curved. There were other seats beside my own, similar in shape and style. Nicholas was sitting in one of them.The ritual was over, then. I didn’t feel much pain anymore, tho