“What better statement is there to make than giving my son a shifter name because he is part of that world? He’ll be of both worlds, the first half-shifter to become king of Crimson Peak.”She grimaces. “I see your point, darling. But must we name him Connor?”“What’s wrong with Connor?”“It doesn’t
There’s something I’ve always wanted to ask my mother, but I’ve been too scared in the past to voice it out loud. Things are different now, and I want to know.“Why did you stay with Bernard for all those years?” I ask. “He was unfaithful and cruel. He only cared about himself and his own ambitions
LolaI knock on the door of Willow’s room before entering. She is never in the library anymore, so I have to come visit her. She used to have a bedroom by the library until Rainer decided these rooms would be better. Her new rooms are larger and more comfortable so I guess that’s why Willow never go
I wrinkle my nose. “Ugly?”“When they come out, babies are kind of squished,” she tells me. “Being born is hard work.”That makes sense to me. I know where babies come from. Emory explained it to me last year when the stork story was becoming less and less believable. I’ve never even seen a stork at
“I like you better naked,” he says. “You’re the one that’s distracting.”“Because I’m the size of the moon and hard to miss. I practically have my own gravitational force at this point.”He laughs. “You’re not big. You’re pregnant.”“I’m still big. Does it matter why?”He pushes the fabric of my shi
KaneEmory sits up, her face scrunched up in discomfort. I’m about to ask her if she’s okay before she lets out a pained scream. I lean up, placing a hand on her back to comfort her. She’s breathing quicker, her green eyes wide in realization.“The baby is coming.”I nearly jump out of my skin. Fear
“It’s not a secret if we’re just guessing.” He shrugs. “It’s all for fun, Hels. No harm done.”Helga rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t push Thomas away when he wraps an arm around her chair. I know Thomas has been planning to propose for a while. They really like each other even if Helga pretends like
“What does he look like to you?” Kane replies. “Lowell? Alaric?”“No.” I only think about it for a moment, but I know what’s the right name. “Michael."Kane’s eyes stare into mine, uncertainly. “Are you sure? That name has a lot of history attached to it.”“It’s not all bad history. Your father trie
Michael“The second born son of this union will be handed over at birth to King Mattias and his court to be raised in Red River as the rightful heir to the throne,” Dad reads aloud as he paces in front of the windows in his office that overlook the bleak, snow drenched landscape beyond, “to ensure t
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