Orion snarls, more wolfish than he usually is, as we all appear in his living room suite and he hurls the stack of scrolls onto his coffee table. “I don’t get it!”He storms away to the very small marble bar built into the corner of the room and begins to pour himself a big glass of whiskey as Laila
“What!?” I snap, sitting up straight and glaring at him. “We so do not!”“Oh, I think we got our confirmation tonight, June,” Anton says, giving me a sad little half-smile as he lifts a hand and runs it over my hair. “Little Miss Hair Like Sun Veiled in Darkness. Little Miss Countermeasure.”I scowl
“I still don’t think this is a good use of our time,” I grumble the next morning as Orion brews coffee at his little bar in the corner. All four of us slept here after spending the evening continuing to go through the prophecies, which got blurrier and blurrier as the evening passed. Probably becaus
I just scowl, looking down into my drink, my wolf turning an anxious circle in my soul.Fifteen minutes later we appear in the Deadlands, Laila and Orion holding my hands and Anton standing steadily behind me. I glance back to see that his face is more serious than it’s been all morning, like he’s f
My eyes go wide as the light fades and suddenly…I growl, my canines sharpening to points.“Aw, little viper,” Faiza coos, standing in the clearing before us perfectly corporeal and smiling at me like I’m the cutest thing she’s ever seen. “I missed you!”“Get out of here,” I snarl.“Who are you?” Or
Blythe blinks and looks around, taking in a sharp breath through his nose as he stumbles back a step. “Where…what the…” He looks around, almost frantic.“It’s all right,” Orion says, steady and sure. “You’re fine.”“Where the hell –“ Blythe murmurs, frowning at the landscape of the Underworld before
“Anton!” I gasp, spinning to give my handmaid a glare that’s half shock, half appalled anger.“He’s full of shit, June!” Anton growls, casting out a hand towards my fiancé.“Why are you even hanging out with this jerk, Juniper?” Blythe growls, attempting to wrap a protective arm around me that passe
“Give me that,” Blythe snarls.“No way, my beige transparent friend,” Faiza says on a laugh, wiggling it back and forth between her fingers. “I think Princess Sinclair is going to be very curious about some of the contents of this device. What’s your password?”“Don’t listen to her, Juniper,” Blythe