I frown up at him, confused. “How do you know all of that?” “Look, it’s not important now,” he says, stepping close and speaking fast. “What is important is that you remember who the hell you are, and that you were chosen for this competition – one of twenty women from across time and space – beca
The Prince of Hell’s smirk deepens when he sees my bared teeth, but he quickly turns his head back to his father as the God of Death begins to speak again. “Let me begin,” the God of Death says, folding his hands neatly behind his back, “by letting you know that the first trial has already begun.”
Let me, my wolf snarls, eager. I can use my teeth and my claws – “Juniper!” Anton barks out, shifting immediately into his human body. “For the second time in about ten minutes, what the hell is wrong with you!?” “I’m not marrying that asshole,” I snap, glaring at the door over Anton’s shoulder
“Oh my god,” the gorgeous one says, her eyes flashing as she leans forward to stare at me, a hand pressing to her chest. “Are you like – are you one of the wolf people?” she asks, her face breaking into a wide grin. “Wait, show me your teeth – can you make them all pointy?” I burst into a blush be
Orion steps slightly to the side to clear the path. When I don’t move, he smirks and continues on, knowing he’s got the upper hand and relishing it. “Honestly, I was surprised to see you here after your rather firm declaration that you’d rather die than marry me?” “I wasn’t given much of a choice,
I turn and stride away, tossing the goblet over my shoulder, terribly pleased at the clang it makes in the dead silence that I leave behind me. Glancing down at my side, though, I startle a little when I realize that Anton’s not there. “Hey!” I hiss, turning to see him a few steps behind, looking
I grin at him. “Okay, Nic. I’ll see you in a bit.” I step away and Anton scrambles to his feet, peering up at me in surprise. “What?” I murmur, shrugging and looking down at him. “He had a good point. I want to know why the hell Orion is even doing this.” Supportive and encouraged, Anton moves w
Anton snarls, as terrified as me, and grows in size, stepping between me and the wraiths that scream as they fall hungrily upon Anna. She shrieks in turn, trying to bat them away, but their insubstantial figures are too many. The screams of fear become those of pain as the wraiths tear at her with t