RainerAn arrow flies through the air and embeds itself in the wall beside me, narrowly missing me by a few inches. It’s chest level, so I know she was aiming for my heart. I stare at the arrow and then back at her in horror. She could have killed me.Her blue eyes are wide in shock too as if she ca
“Then what was it?” I cut in, moving to stand by Emory. “What did you do?”Willow blinks, her face panicked. “I don’t know.”“You’ve been in this castle for a long time. You’re old enough to have witnessed the witch hunts.” Emory has already told me the story Willow told her about how she came to be
“You managed to keep it,” Emory declares. “Like some kind of magical loophole.”That makes me glance at her belly even though she still isn’t showing. Nature has given us a loophole to have a child. It gave a witch turned vampire the ability to maintain her magic, which isn’t that far off. Nature al
RainerA vase comes flying at me as soon as I step into the suite. I quickly step aside, and the vase hits the wooden door, ceramic breaking on impact and leaving shards on the floor. I will have to get a maid to clean that up later. At this point, we are going to run out of breakable objects for Wi
“What happened with the witches was regrettable–”“It was barbaric!” she argues. “We were never any threat to vampires. We didn’t have the wealth or the organized strength of the shifters. We didn’t even have the numbers of the humans. We were the weakest, and King Michael hunted us for sport.”Fami
“No one tried to stop it.” She sounds distant. It makes me ache to touch her and be able to connect with her. “And now we expect Willow to fight in a war for the people that have wronged her most?”“None of it is fair. I wish I didn’t have to ask anything of her after what she’s been through,” I agr
EmoryA potted plant flies across the room and stops halfway before reaching me. It falls to the floor, scattering glass, dirt, and tulips everywhere. I stare in shock at Willow who is standing by the window. I hadn’t expected to have something thrown at me.“Sorry,” she says. “I thought you were Ra
“Gaius was like a father to me,” Willow continues. “He was kind and patient. He let me borrow as many books as I wanted from the library. He didn’t care that I wasn’t a noble, only that I needed the escapism found in those books.”“I’m sorry you lost him.”I never met the former librarian, but from