FayeI don’t know why I throw myself against Michael like my life depends on feeling him firm and whole in my arms. Maybe this feeling inside my chest is a rushed, fleeting echo of something deeper, something I’ve only known to be true in fairy tales. Maybe he doesn’t feel the same–maybe he sees me
FayeI pace outside a set of gilded doors that stretch nearly to the domed ceiling somewhere in the depths of the castle. Dressed in a nightgown with a thick, dark purple robe resting over my shoulders, my feet leave imprints in the rug as I walk back and forth, wringing my hands. I try to tune out
The queen herself pours me a second helping. “Faye,” she says, glancing at me before popping the cork on the bottle of alcohol and mixing a heavy serving into her teacup, “has Michael told you about…” She eyes me, and I realize she’s not trying to give anything away… Like the fact Michael believes
Faye “No, her body hasn’t been found. Not exactly,” Queen Emory says, shifting her weight in the chair opposite mine. “That’s what they were fighting about, actually. Michael wants to send some warriors into the mountains to hunt her down, or find her body, whichever comes first, just to be sure.”
FayeMichael has satin sheets in the same dark blue as the walls of his enormous bedroom. A fire crackles in the hearth, spraying warmth that mingles with the heat beneath my skin as he slowly, achingly, devastatingly slowly lays me on the bed and slides the robe free of my shoulders. The loose stra
FayeI’m shaking. My arms tremble as I grip the headboard, fighting for purchase. My hair falls loose down my back, tickling my skin as I give myself over body and soul to the man beneath me. Michael comes up for air with a satisfied sigh as pleasure shimmers through my body. He kisses up my thighs
“I can feel it, Faye. You felt a little unsure just then.”“You can’t possibly know what I’m feeling–”“It’s a mate thing,” he says under his breath, his voice dropping an octave. Something I can’t understand. I have a single second to process his words before he drags his cock through my folds, l
EmeldaSnowy darkness stretches ahead of me. Whatever light from the moon is blocked by thick clouds that spread snow across the hills leading from the castle to Ravenfell. I pull my cloak tight to fight the bitter chill in the air and breathe in the fresh, crisp night. It smells clean. I love that
Fractured memories of the night I nearly drank myself to death careen to the forefront of my mind. There was a woman. I don’t remember her face or her name. I was so far gone with drink and self-loathing that I gave in to whatever kind of attention and stimulations she had to offer. It was consensua
ColeThe letter came in the dead of night, rain-soaked and smeared, but I’d know her handwriting anywhere, in any condition. She’d written that she needed to see me, urgently, that it couldn’t wait, and she couldn’t explain why, not in a letter, not at the risk of what she needed to tell me going pu
EmeldaIt’s a quiet night. A long, silent walk from the castle. I needed this quiet, this stillness in the late summer air. Ravenfell comes into view beyond the trees, twinkling in the darkness. I smile, shaking my head as I look down at my shoes. I can still feel the weight of the twins in my arms
MichaelI haven’t been to Scarlet Thunder in… years. I didn’t realize how long it’s been until I pulled up to the back of the castle, somewhat startled by how small it looks compared to my memories from my childhood. Not that it's a small castle, but I'm much bigger now. I step out of my car, my fac
Faye“Oh, Faye, this is beautiful,” Emory says as she walks around the wide room on the second floor of the newly constructed manor. She runs her fingers over the pale blue and pink floral wallpaper and white trim, her jade eyes sparkling as she takes in the lace curtains and soft cream carpet. “I l
EmeldaIn the week since the twins were born, I’ve been busy with the final touches on my cottage. I spent days this past spring digging in the front garden, planting herbs and vegetables, and fixing the front path. I hired a group of shifters to replace the roof and update the inside, installing ne
Emelda“Thank you,” I say, hurrying at a near run as a maid takes my cloak. The castle is buzzing with nervous energy but remains quiet with even the maids tiptoeing around, trying not to make a sound. I’d remained in Ravenfell for the birth. I spent all night and most of this morning at Alma’s hou
FayeSomething’s wrong. Something has to be wrong. “You’re doing great. Keep pushing, Faye. You’ve got this,” Alma says, her face glistening with sweat and determination while I roar in pain. Michael clutches my hand, his other hand bracing my inner thigh as I bear down with all the strength I hav
Michael“It could be hours–or a day,” Alma says quietly as she arranges her tonics on a table just outside the bedroom where Faye’s finally getting some rest. “It’s been hours already,” I tell her, motioning toward the window in my suite in the castle where moonlight drifts through the panes, casti