JEAN'S POVI looked at my vibrating phone and frowned when I saw Paris's name appear. We didn't much like each other, but God knew a call like this had me straightening and giving my full attention,"you're calling me this late in the evening and I know it isn't because you are in love with me, so w
"Alright, little mouse." I said as I walked to the building marked, '63A' "Time to pay."I rang the doorbell and waited for a reply. And after five long minutes had passed, I simply considered breaking down the door,"can I help you?" said a young man with raggedy beards, and eyes that looked half
EMBER'S POV"Jean?" I questioned, trying to understand why he decided to remain quiet. He had been off since the moment he picked up the call, and his behavior gave me reason for worry."uh, I'm not exactly busy. So you can tell me why you called, I'm all ears," he said, sounding somewhat strained a
Sure, he said he was working, but I knew Jean well enough to know that all that paperwork on his table could never actually make him sound so strained. And what the hell had been that gurgling sound at the end?No, something wasn't right with Jean. And as his friend and mate…well, technically I had
EMBER'S POV"My rise to power?" I asked, and now, it was my turn to sound a bit off."or perhaps that's not the right way to put it. I'm talking about when you become queen, Em. Or do you not think about it anymore?""No. Of course not. I carry that knowledge with me often. And for the past month, I
This son of a gun was absolutely worthy. He deserved to pay for what he tried to do to Ember.For what I was sure that I would try to do again if he were to be given the chance.But I could not do it. I simply could not bring myself to strike him. The bloody call with Ember had left me feeling less
EMBER'S POVI was serious. Dead serious, because I had had enough of running around in circles in my head. Torturing myself with what was wrong with Jean. Imagine the craziest scenarios.I needed to know what I needed to know, and I was only going to get that knowledge directly from the horse's mout
I thought of Jean. Only Jean. And damned be everyone else."Every time I dream of having you in my arms, I tell myself that one chance I all a man should need to prove to you that he is a great lover," Jean said when he pulled away from the kiss, sounding a little out of breath."shut up." I croaked