CoitThe weekend comes, and Lydia arrives in Moon Grove early in the morning. She is almost never late, arriving at least half an hour early to everything. While I was visiting her house, she showed me the thick blue planner that details out her schedule for weeks ahead. She uses different colored
CoitThe woods feel like home as much as the house. I’ve spent equally as much of my childhood out there climbing trees and exploring nature to my heart’s content. Camping out here had been a regular event when Emory and I were kids. Our father would stay up late with us and teach us about the stars
Her eyes widen slightly, and she smiles. It reminds me of the dawn after a long night.“That’s good,” she replies. “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”I take her arms away from my neck so I can get down on one knee. She freezes in shock. I pull the right out of the pocket of my p
CoitThat weekend blurs together in a hazy dream. I can’t stop touching Lydia. We spend hours having sex and sharing stories in between. The stories range from funny and silly to sad and sincere.This isn’t just having another body to get lost in. I’m getting to know Lydia and all her little quirks.
EmoryNews of Coit’s engagement has my mother buzzing like an overexcited bee. Not only is it the wedding of her only son, but she gets to help plan the event. Mom really does enjoy planning parties, and she’s good at it.I’m less passionate about event planning than her. Planning the Moon Goddess B
EmoryThe drive to Moon Grove feels longer than ever even though Rainer is driving as fast as he can without putting our lives in danger. Willow is seated on the passenger side, and she doesn’t chide him for driving so fast. Kane has not let go of my head since I told him what happened to Lydia. He’
LydiaMy head hurts. A pounding at my temple makes me wince as I try to open my eyes. I’m lying on something hard and cold. Nausea has me swallowing back bile in an attempt not to puke.It takes me a second to realize it’s not the headache that’s causing the nausea. I’m in a moving vehicle. I force
WillowWhile we are at Moon Grove, I try to cast a locator spell on Lydia to pinpoint where she’s been taken. Emory talks to her brother and manages to get a personal item of Lydia’s from him. She accidentally left behind her hairbrush from when she was here over the weekend. There’s a large map on
Michael“Michael! MICHAEL!” Emelda’s voice rips through the gloom just as I’m about to reach my front door. I’m in my wolf form, my dark brown, nearly black, coat dusted with beads of mist as I turn on the top step to look down at the vampire rushing in my direction. She’s soaking wet and moving at
FayeI’m sitting against plush pillows feeling like myself again, whoever that is. My memories are still hazy, but I’m starting to remember key things. My name is Faye. I’m twenty. I like to read, draw, and play the piano. I’m actually very good at playing piano. I like the color pink, even though i
MichaelI carefully pluck Matilda’s cold fingers from my shirt. “Where’s your fiance?”“Hell if I know,” she replies smoothly, her full lips curving at the edges. “Not around, obviously. He’s keeping his distance.”I want to say that I don’t blame him. Something about her makes me want to crawl out
I whirl and sink against the door, fuming, holding my face in my hands while I listen to Emelda’s voice drop to something soft and gentle while the nameless girl moans as if she’s in pain. The girl starts sobbing, begging Emelda for help, and it’s my undoing. Emelda is right. Whatever this tugging
MichaelEmelda silently returns to the kitchen with her tray of tonics and potions and sets them on the counter, wordlessly scribbling doses in the black leather notebook she’s been carrying around in her pocket since the night I met the witch-turned-vampire seven years ago. I lean against the coun
FayePrince Michael sits on the side of the bed. I edge closer, holding his gaze like I’m in a trance. I can hear his heart thumping even from this distance. I can hear his blood rushing in his veins. His scent is warm and overwhelmingly comforting, adding to the dizzy feeling cascading over my body
Faye“Wait,” I beg, scooching across wet grass, my palms broken and bruised from the gravel on the road. “Why? Why are you doing this?”Another blow to my chest has me curling into the fetal position. Rain pelts my face–sharp, and cold. The dress my mother spent weeks perfecting is torn from my body
MichaelIt’s the middle of the night when I walk up to my doorstep. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but Ravenfell is foggy, cool, and only slightly damp tonight. I open the door to quiet darkness. A light switches on upstairs, illuminating the second floor landing as I step into the foyer, holding
FayeIt’s raining. I watch a raindrop roll down the window, absorbing its companions. The rest of the world is a dark blur as I press my fingertips to the window, finding the glass cold. Someone touches my thigh in the darkness, murmuring something under their breath. Soon, the world comes into view