That answer has basically already been told to me. Lex. “Okay… where is the prince?” I sigh and wonder if it’s even worth my time to discuss the situation with Lex; I have no idea if he’s on my side or against his entire clan. But with him being left in charge, I suppose I have no choice. “I can
*Kane*Our initial attack had been a phantom mist that rolled in through the darkness, catching King Peter and his troops completely off-guard. We’d cut between the trees through cover of night and descended upon them before they even knew we were there.I’d personally taken out fifteen of his warri
“While the king regrets that his children came to harm, he doesn’t see the purpose of continuing to lose lives when he believes gentlemen such as the two of you can work this out on your own terms.”Something about what he is saying has an air of misinformation about it, and I have to wonder if perh
*Emory*Rainer is pissed. Still. And it’s been a couple of hours since he returned to the castle and I sheepishly told him what was going on.He’d yelled at me. A lot. Everything from how dangerous this was, to do I not remember that I was almost dead a few days ago to how could I not send for him o
“Alpha Bernard, I order you to halt where you are, right now, by the authority of King Kane Alexander of Crimson Peak, whose territory you are currently invading.” I use the mind-link, and I am clear, precise, and as authoritative as possible.Before my father can respond, Rainer asks me, “Did you d
I turn and glare at him. “Just give me a moment.”He mumbles under his breath, but his feet don’t move.I close about half the distance as I continue. None of them move.“That’s right. I was sold. But not because my father wanted the king to have me. No, I was able to step in. To spare the life of m
*Kane* I was almost there. I had almost made it to where Emory was confronting her father. I could see her in the distance as I sprinted across the grass, not even slowing as I passed the line of my own troops that had been standing back, watching. “What is she doing?” I’d screamed aloud to no on
I look down the line and see many of them heavily affected by my words. The ones that are not members of her pack are already backing away. This isn’t their fight. Ordinarily, I would punish them just for being here, but I don’t have any desire to fuck with that at the moment. “Make your choice, an
MichaelI pace the foyer, running my fingers through my hair over and over again as I listen to the voices of Emelda and Alma drifting down the staircase. Lowe walks in from the kitchen with an armful of firewood, his face drawn with fatigue. I nod at him in greeting as he walks past me toward the
“What did they do to you?” I press. I wave my hand at the mess of jars, herbs, and healing… potions, not just tonics. Actual potions. Potions made by a witch.“What didn’t they do is a better question,” she murmurs, turning away. “Emelda–”“I was a girl,” she whispers over the simmering water and c
MichaelThree hours later, in the dead middle of the night, I stand in the doorway leading into the cozy guest room I brought Faye into what must have been weeks ago. I guess that much time has passed since then. It feels like seconds, honestly. I feel like I haven’t had a chance to catch my breath
MichaelAlma and Lowe speak in quiet tones in the foyer while he helps her into her thick coat. The usual, ceaseless sprinkle of rain has finally turned to sleet–a vicious mix of freezing rain and the first hints of snow that’s going to make the village an icy mess when day turns to night. Lowe pus
MichaelFaye’s room is chaotic. Nurses and the physician crowd her bed to the point I can’t see her through the fray. I push through them, seeing her pale and writhing, arching off the bed in pain. “What’s wrong with her?!” I shout. Faye murmurs, white foam tinted with blood bubbling from her lips
Six Weeks AgoFayeMy slippers pad across the pale marble tiles. I hike up my dress–pink, just like the slippers I spent hours upon hours embroidering with little stars and white flowers. My hair fans out around my shoulders and down my back in my haste to reach my father’s office. Cara, my lady’s m
MichaelI find my mom out in the garden. I had a feeling she’d be here, surrounded by petals and green plants–things that keep her grounded to the nature shifters crave. She’s kneeling, her fingers deftly pulling up weeds–or something. She straightens and lifts her head as I approach, reveling in he
Faye“What are you doing here? I thought you returned to Scarlett Thunder?” Michael gives Cole a skeptical look, but Cole rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His dark hair catches the light and gleams as he replies, “My mother thought it would be best to return a few days before
FayeThe next morning, I wake up alone in the little inn room. Soft gray daylight filters through the curtains, illuminating the rumpled sheets on the bed and my clothing from yesterday still hanging near the fireplace. I blink into the shadows, rubbing my eyes as a figure appears to my left, pulli