LexOpal breathes quickly, her chest rising and falling as she recovers from another orgasm. I rest my cheek on her thigh. I’ve set up shop between her legs. She is truly insatiable. If she could live on orgasms alone, she would do it.“You’re good at that,” she murmurs, her voice drowsy. “How are y
I stop to really look at Opal and her perfect face. I have always seen her as petty and shallow. That’s the version of herself she shows to the world. There could be hidden depths there she wouldn’t let anyone see.“Why are you looking at me like that?” she inquires.“I just forgot how pretty you ar
I have always enjoyed dancing, and Opal is graceful on her feet. I accommodate her and take her to the dance floor for the waltz. We’ve danced together ofte before, so I easily lead her through the steps. We glide on the ballroom floor like we’ve been doing this for centuries. The dance gives me t
EmoryI can feel cabin fever settling in after being stuck inside the castle for too long. Being confined to my room doesn’t help as there are only so many books to read and card games to be played. Even castle gossip is growing stagnant. I’m getting ready to climb the walls when my mother and maids
“I just want to take a look around,” I reassure Helga. “I’m not going to try and climb the ruins.”“Why do you want to be running around the ruins anyway, Emory?” my mother asks. “What’s so fascinating about an old church?”“It’s a church that was for worshiping Selene. The vampires used to revere t
“That might be it,” Willow cut in with a conspiring tone. “We were too jealous of the Moon Goddess’s favoritism, and we turned on her. Vampires don’t play second fiddle to anyone. We’re a proud lot.”Lola purses her lips. “Who do vampires worship now?”“We don’t,” Willow answers. “After King Aeneas
Emory“Willow is a witch,” Lola says like she’s not talking about the impossible. I remember what Willow told me about her life before she was turned, but it’s hard for me to grasp. In my mind, witches aren’t real. No one has seen one in centuries. Growing up, I thought they were a fairy tale to mak
I know I have to tell Kane about this. Learning that one of the vampires in his castle is also a witch with magical powers is too great of a secret to keep. As much as I feel sorrow for Willow, this is too important to keep to myself. Even if I swore my maids and my mother to secrecy, there is a hig
MichaelThe emissary to Red River–the real one–isn’t anyone I recognize. He’s tall and pale blond, his red eyes gleaming in the brightly lit ballroom where he and his posse of royal Red River guards have gathered. He scans the group before him–myself, my father, and my uncle, and smiles faintly, hi
I listen intently, watching a myriad of emotion play over her face as she knits her fingers together. “We spent an entire summer sneaking around,” she says softly, closing her eyes. “He’d find me in the garden, in the library, sometimes going as far as to sneak into my room at night. We couldn’t st
FayeStill in the library, I listen intently as Emelda discloses far more than I expected her to.There was a point in Emelda’s life as a vampire that she’d accepted she’d always be alone. Her bed would always be cold, her skin unblemished by a loving touch. She’d never know love again, and for deca
Faye“It really is gorgeous,” Emelda says the next morning while walking with me to the library. She runs her thumb over the massive sapphire ring and smiles faintly, raising her brows. “I think it’s a family heirloom, too. You should expect a load of fine jewelry to follow.”“You know I don’t care
FayeKing Kane is a slightly terrifying man. His presence is all consuming–like he sucks the light out of the room. He doesn’t look his age, like all vampires. The only indication that he’s a senior vampire compared to his son is the faint gray glow around his temples where his dark hair is starting
MichaelI watch Faye run a comb through her hair, over and over. The golden strands shine like golden silk in the pockets of sunlight shimmering through the curtains. Beyond the glass, knee-deep snow covers the castle grounds in a blanket of pure, untouched white. Deep inside, I feel a flicker of m
I shake my head, sniffling, trying to pull my tears back into my eyes but fail miserably. They trickle down my cheeks, freezing to my face. “We would have been caught.”“I wouldn’t have cared. I still don’t!”“You were getting married–”“I’ve been betrothed since I was a child,” he says hotly, gritt
Emelda“Why are you out here?” Cole asks, his hand moving up my back as he presses me closer. “You’re freezing.”“I wanted to check on Ravenfell–”“I was on my way–”“It’s not your responsibility–”“I was on my way to find you,” he cuts in, taking a breath. I open my eyes, breaking out of the haze
Finn leans against the fireplace while Cassidy stokes the fire, but everyone is waiting for me to start talking. That’s why I came here, after all. To share news from the castle about our duke and our friends. “Lowe is likely going to survive,” I say to the group, ignoring the shuffle of feet as pe