EmoryMichael won’t stop crying. I don’t know what he wants. I’ve fed and burped him and changed his diaper. Nothing seems to work.Even with my mom and the maids help, I’m exhausted and not getting enough sleep. No one can figure out why the baby won’t stop crying. During a check-up at the clinic,
“No,” she says. “There’s something else we haven’t tried.“What?”“Michael is half-vampire. We haven’t tried giving him blood.”I blink as I remember Dr. Martin explaining that vampire babies are fed blood along with milk usually along the six month mark. Due to Michael’s hybrid nature, we haven’t b
I feel guilty at having to leave her to the brunt of caring for Michael. I want to be there more for them, but I still have a war to deal with. Now that Jacob is back at Scarlett Thunder, I expect King Peter to launch an attack any day now. The birth of my son has added a new fear to my life–the fea
RainerAs soon as Dr. Martin discharges me from the clinic, I’m back to duty as if I’ve never been gone. A lot can happen in a week’s time, especially since we’re on the verge of a war that could annihilate our way of living. With our leverage against Scarlett Thunder gone, we’re anticipating King P
Rainer parks the car, and we step out of the vehicle. We’re in the middle of a clearing where there are only trees and the ruins of old stone cottages to be found. The place looks like it was abandoned a very long time ago. My heart sinks as I try to look for any trace of the coven I used to be part
“That’s not why I’ve come,” I insist. “My name is Willow. I used to be part of this coven. I was sold off as a feeder by my father, Asher. I had a sister, Bryony-”“High priestess Bryony?” the woman asks.That makes me pause. “I didn’t know she became the high priestess.”“After her sister was sold
Willow“Bryony never stopped hoping you would come back. And it’s because of her, I will listen to what you have to say,” Ivy declares. “We will speak alone in my home.”Relief washes over me. “Thank you, Ivy.”She raises a hand to stop me. “Only you. He can’t come into the village.”Glancing down m
Ivy’s fingernail traces the rim of the teacup, her expression contemplative. “What else would King Kane be able to offer for this alliance?”“The man that came with me would be able to tell you more,” I explain. “He is King Kane’s right hand man.”“And you are friends with this man?”If I could blus