EmoryIt’s almost dinner time. But I’m not going back to the dining room today. I haven’t been told by King Kane that it’s okay for me to skip again. Maybe I need his permission. Maybe I don’t.I figure, if he wants me to know I should be there, he can come and tell me. And if he realizes he wants m
I nearly jump out of my skin. Turning around, I see her approaching from behind me, peering over the couch.Hastily, I shove the paper into my book. “Oh, uh, just a bookmark,” I tell her. I don’t think it’s any of her business what it is. I don’t even know if I’m going to go. What would the king do
I put on some nice lacy blue lingerie and then go to the closet to pick out a dress. I find a black one and decide that it will look nice on me, and I can manage the zipper by myself, not that I would mind having Kane unzip me again. I decide on some black heels that have no straps that are easy to
EmoryJacob’s pale skin catches the moonlight as he comes toward me, his pace surprisingly human now, a bit cautious. I can’t anticipate what he’s waiting for, but I wish I knew. Maybe then, if I had some kind of an inkling as to what he’s up to, I would be able to do something to get away from him.
“The guards that patrol this part of the castle have all been paid off,” she explains. Taking a step forward, she says, “No one is coming.”My eyes widen as I realize she’s telling me the truth. What am I going to do?“It’s one nark, bitch werewolf against three vampires,” Jacob says. “I think the o
Her fangs are a good four inches long now, and I know this is it for me. They will drain me dry, killing me within a few minutes.“Help me!” I scream. “Lex, please! Kane! Nellie!”I am still screaming for all of the people I can think of when I feel the piercing sting of Opal’s teeth sinking into my
Kane I am walking through a meadow in the darkness. The tall grass waves in the breeze as the moonlight glints off of the trees in the distance. A slow fog rolls in from the edges of my vision. I am all alone, yet I know that Emory is somewhere nearby. I’m not sure if I’m looking for her or if I’m
The cup of blood I’d been drinking when I fell asleep sits cold on the coffee table. I scurry to shove my feet back into my shoes and take off for the door. Throwing it open, I nearly collide with Nellie and Helga. “Thank god, Your Highness. It’s Emory!” “In the library?” I ask them, and they conf