“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
KaneI don’t want to leave Emory and my newborn son even for a moment, but the serious look in Rainer’s eyes tells me that whatever he has to tell me is urgent. I have my most trusted guards right outside the door. Nellie and Helga are there along with Emory’s mother. I know all these people would l
He has lost a lot of weight. The plain food in the dungeons and no access to sunlight has taken its toll on the shifter. Even if he tried to fight Jacob off, a weakened vampire is still stronger than a healthy shifter. In this leaner state, Bernard stood no chance.Bernard’s gray lifeless eyes stare
His pale blue eyes gleam with hatred. “Fuck…you…”“I missed you too, Jake.” I lean down and grab Jacob by the shoulders, hauling him up like a limp marionette. “Come on, princess. I’m taking you back to the dungeon.”“No!” The threat of being imprisoned again brings the fight back to Jacob, and he p
LexThere is a commotion that evening when an unexpected guest arrives at Castle Blackmoor. No one will tell me who it is at first, but I’m able to guess the identity from Opal’s reaction. She only cares about a few people in this world. When she runs to the medical wing in her nightgown with no car
I go to the desk and reach for the landline. The line is bugged, but it’s better than not communicating with my brother. I sit down at the desk and bury my face in my free hand as I wait for Kane to answer. He finally answers after a few rings.“What’s going on?” he asks.“Weather report,” I answer.
My face feels hot from anger and humiliation. Memories of orgies where I had let myself be used by this scum of a human being disgusts me. I’ve never felt shame when it came to sex before, but now, all I want is to scrub myself clean. Looking at him now, Jacob’s handsome face has lost all its appeal
RainerI make it back to the castle despite the head injury. Dr. Martin wants to keep me in the hospital wing overnight for observation. My ribs aren’t broken, but I have bruises on my torso. This makes it hard to lie down in any position besides on my back.I’ve had worse injuries. Nothing a little
Michael still feels like Cole took advantage of Emelda in some way, shape, or form. I don’t necessarily disagree. But, that was four years ago, and neither of them are willing to share their feelings or thoughts on the current climate of their relationship with us. And, unfortunately, we have to ac
FayeEmelda walks in step beside me, draped in her usual black cloak, her dark eyes narrowed on the brilliant sunset as the last rays of light dip below the horizon. It’s been two weeks since the fire tore through the manor, two weeks of quiet peace that feels almost misplaced. I’m not sure how to
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