Elodie's POV "Come on, it's been weeks and you still haven't gone out with us even once!" The blonde firecracker I came to know as 'Lind' complained as we stood over the computer to clock out for the night. "My brother works the front so he can get us in and my ex-boyfriend's sister manages the pl
"Too bad you're across town...I'm wearing your favorite stockings. Although they might be ruined by now..." "Why?" "Well, the way you sound right now is making me drip down them," I spoke quietly into the end of the phone as I heard him groan on his end of the call. "Fuck, Elodie...I'm about to
Grey's POV I hadn't heard that voice in years and yet it wasn't one I could easily forget. It was one I used to go to in comfort once upon a time. The closest thing I had to a friend before Alden took me under his wing out of pity and obligation to my mother. But just like Elodie, she seemed to byp
"If you touch one hair on her head-" "I'm not going to kill her, Greydon." My eyes narrowed. "You are." Before I could respond, I was hit with a powder I could locate the second it permeated the air. Without a chance to eradicate its effect, the powdered wolfsbane sent me to my palms as I struggle
Elodie's POV I tried to remain unaffected since I was thrown into this closet of a room. Nothing but useless chairs and a chain wrapping my ankle to a shackle held fast in the wall. After almost giving myself a concussion by throwing the plastic seating in a frenzy, I tired myself enough to sit and
"If I remember right...he was always a hot head..." 'Lind' spoke at my side with crossed arms as I ignored her words. "You'll want to watch this. It's what you have coming, Moonwhore." She nearly spat before leaving my side and making me watch as Adam was thrown into the cage as a meal for Grey. Ev
Elodie's POV For the first time since we arrived, the entire room was silent. Not in honor of a noble sacrifice or to take in the poetry of the moment, but in scrutiny. I was allowed a change of clothes every few days, awoken in the middle of the night with a bucket of water and tossed a rag I was
"You smell so sweet." His voice had even changed. Where a smokiness existed behind some words now came a thick brutality. It was almost demonic. "How I've never fed on you before is a wonder I won't force myself to take for much longer. But I like a chase..." He released me with my broken hand and