Baby steps.Looking around the dining room table, I don’t think any of us would have guessed we’d all be dining together so casually someday. Change might take time, but it all starts somewhere.“Where’s Samuel?” Lex asks. “And Miranda? I thought we might see them.”“My children are both out of town
“I still feel guilty,” he admits quietly. “I’m eating the best seafood in my life. And Lydia is…”“On her way to being rescued. We just have to wait and have faith in Rainer.”“Can Rainer hurry it up a bit? I’m getting impatient.”His tone indicates his joking so I roll my eyes and shove his shoulde
WillowWhen Ivy told me she was going to be in Cerise Port, I agreed to come and see her. Kane and Emory were going for their planned visit. I haven’t had the chance to visit the seaside kingdom, and I thought the change of scenery might be good for my daughter. Ever since Rainer left to go rescue L
LydiaMy body has mostly healed despite the meagre food and rest I’m surviving on. Shifter healing could do wonders especially in the direst of circumstances. With my head clear, I’m able to be alert and pay attention to our surroundings during travel. We journey through the night and set camp durin
LydiaThe vampire’s red eyes glare at me. Jesse struggles to escape from his grip, and he pulls at one of her paws. There’s a sickening crunch as bone breaks, and Jesse lets out a pained yelp. She goes limp from the pain, and the vampire holds her up with his superior strength. I’m antsy on my feet,
LexMagic has a pleasant natural smell. It’s a mix of the forest with the woody scent of trees and the sweetness of berries. The smell lingers around the castle and grounds as the High Priestess sets up the wards around the area. I watch as a canopy of light is built in the sky only visible during t
I lean down, moving to capture her mouth with mine.“You used to feed on a young witch once. Don’t you remember?”That makes me stop.Her expression is shrewd. Her words cut into me like a sharp blade.This isn’t curiosity. She knows something.She’s judging my reaction, waiting for me to explain.I
WillowBryony’s nightmares prevent her from getting a lot of restful sleep at night, so I encourage her to nap when she can. When she’s awake, she often draws disturbing images. If my daughter is a seer, then she’s seeing troubling visions of the future. It’s a lot for a three-year-old girl to have
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
Finn leans against the fireplace while Cassidy stokes the fire, but everyone is waiting for me to start talking. That’s why I came here, after all. To share news from the castle about our duke and our friends. “Lowe is likely going to survive,” I say to the group, ignoring the shuffle of feet as pe