“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
I brush hard at the tears on my cheeks, raising my chin, my canines elongating inside my mouth even as my lip trembles.“Juniper,” Blythe snaps, pointing authoritatively down at the ground like a master calling his dog to heel. “You need to be more reasonable about this. Just because you have money
A beautiful smile crests over my lips as I again wave a hand towards him, stealing his voice. “Oh, Blythy,” I murmur, like a lover desperately pleased lover over a pretty gift. “I’m so glad you asked.”My eyes snap to his knees, which crumple beneath him, slamming him to the ground. His head bends b