He lifts his hand, his desperation showing in his eyes as he justifies himself. “I didn’t know that she was poisoning you?! I just felt sorry for her because she kept crying about being left alone to me repeatedly! I felt pity for her, damn, never would I have wanted her close to you if I knew that.
Artemisia Tonight I slept the worst possible way. In my dreams, I kept being haunted by Logan, transforming into different monsters wanting to slash my throat, and my family dragging me back to their pack. Several times, I jerked out of my dreams in the middle of the night and needed a frustratin
“I’m pregnant,” I shrug, smiling happily as their eyes widen. “No way?!” Cayden has barely uttered his surprise as he skyrockets out of his seat, charging towards me. Wrapping his arms around my legs, he lifts me up, and I squeal as I hold myself onto the collar of his shirt. “You aren’t kidding?!
Hendrick I cringe as I feel the sharp tip of the metal instrument pierce into my skin. “You were always my favourite.” The memory of his gravelly voice rumbles through my head, making me take a deep breath. I open my eyes, finding Artemisia leaning against my shoulder as she has fallen asleep dur
Hendrick I sense Cayden wanting to move, and I take a step forward to lay a hand on his shoulder. “Think of Missy,” I whisper before grinning at the bitch. “Madam Patricia, how lovely to see you again.” Her smile falls only for a split second before she regains it again, “It’s still Rachel, Hendr
I breathe out exhaustedly, shaking my head. “I don’t know. But this does not look good.” Rachel leads us into the east wing, showing us the rooms where we are residing, and after reciting the basic pieces of information about the lunch times and general palace rules, she shocks us with the informat
Artemisia As the first day of the trial begins, I feel exhausted and depressed. Actually, perfect for standing in front of a bunch of old men with funny wigs, next to your own family who is attacking you, and concentrating objectively on a matter. After telling Cayden that Rick saw my wolf, it wa
“How practical,” I scoff, shaking my head. “Why didn’t you bring mom? She could have been a witness! She could have told the judge that everything was fine.” The judge sighs, scratching his forehead. “Don’t talk directly to the plaintiff, Luna Blackwood. Talk to me. What has your mother to do with