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2024-10-29 19:42:56Ian
Jack makes for the bathroom with the duffle bag of clothes and Ivan heads for the wet bar as soon as we board. I let Darby choose and sit beside her when she takes a seat on the sofa, Tessa leaping up on her opposite side and laying her black and white head in her lap. She’s still protecting her arm against her body, but I can see the gleam working under her skin and the blisters are shrinking.
“How come I can’t go anywhere with you two without getting into a fight? Kasey’s going to kill me, you know that, right, Ian?” He tosses back a shot of Glenlivet and pours another before taking a seat to wait his turn in the bathroom.
“I don’t know,” Jack replies, emerging in baggy sports shorts, high top All-stars and a t-shirt. Swiping the glass from Ivan, he drops the duff
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Ian When Darby and Dr. Myers start talking medicine, it confirms my earlier suspicion that helping out in the hospital, learning modern medicine, might be something Darby enjoys. Then Kasey interrupts, and no one can get a word in edgewise.Though she looks a bit nervous leaving without me, I know within moments, Kasey will have her feeling at ease—it’s one of her gifts—she’s the perfect hostess.But when I reach the packhouse and see how withdrawn my mate has become, I’m exceptionally worried.“Our rooms are down the hall to the left. Ivan and Kasey and their girls have the rooms on the left side of the hall, and the rooms on the right are ours.” I talk soothingly to her, but the anxious expression doesn’t leave her face. In fact, it seems to g
Where Wild Things Roam 12: Parents
Darby By the time we finish Townsend’s sumptuous picnic, walk back to Ian’s office building to collect both laptop computers—these are a significant improvement over the computers I was introduced to the last time I left my valley—then drop Ivan’s at the hospital and get back to the hotel, it’s late afternoon.Afternoon tea is delivered to our room on a tray, complete with creamy cucumber sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and cherry sauce and a decadent chocolate cake so rich I can’t finish it. I feed Ian by hand from the tray, giggling and wincing and moaning in response to what he does while my fingers are in his mouth, while he reviews his e-mails and documents, triaging the work he must get caught up.Tessa sleeps belly up on a cooling vent in the corner, snoring soft
Where Wild Things Roam 13: Ceremony
Jack “If we were going to wait until dusk to make her the Luna, why did we have to start this party at noon?”Though Candlewood’s a small town made up of mostly weres, a few other shifter species have taken up residence here too, along with a few humans, mostly extended family of humans turned were that live with their mates. Right now, I’m certain exactly all of them are crammed into every nook and cranny of the three blocks surrounding the pavilion in the center of town. The plaza is closed to vehicle traffic, but it’s packed nearly shoulder to shoulder and people have set up blankets and folding lawn chairs on the grass around the pavilion, even in the streets. Darla and Joe’s, the local sandwich and pie shop that makes my favorite
Where Wild Things Roam 14: Storm
Darby Nearly unbearable pain throbs in my leg, blood streaming down it and over Ian’s sleek coat. I’m grateful for his smooth gait, because I don’t think I could take the jarring otherwise, but nevertheless I shudder with relief when he halts at the packhouse.I don’t know where he learned to do it, but as Ian shifts, I wind up in his arms. Carrying me as easily as a beloved small child, he rushes up the steps just as the door opens from inside. Looking over his shoulder, I see a timber wolf position itself outside, guarding, and two leggy but more finely built tan and black ones start their shift.The desert pack brothers. I recognize the deep honey colored eyes, one of them boring directly into mine.“Townsend—.” Ian shouts, working his way around t
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Darby Good morning, beautiful.Have some things to take care of at the office.Townsend and David will take good care of you.I’ll see you at lunch time.All my love,IanI lay the note aside. “Tessa?”With a graceful leap, she lands beside me on the bed, looming over me and wiggling excitedly. Good morning, Luna.“And to you
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Where Wild Things Roam 17: Fae Gemini
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Where Wild Things Roam 54: Postlude
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Where Wild Things Roam 53: Afterward
JackLili? Anna?We’re good here, lover. Anna took care of the vamps—did you know she can see when they port in?—and ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago, the zombies all evaporated in this reddish mist. The packhouse is brimming with people though. Townsend’s working his way around with first aid. What happened? Is it over?I think you could say that. Stooping, I pull a dazed and wobbly Leo to his feet. I’ll give you the details when we get home. “Fucking Christ!” Leo wipes a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes, and surveys the destruction of the plaza. “What the hell happened? We get hit with an intercontinental ballistic missile?”“Kinda.” Turning him towards the shallow depression where Darby still clings to Ian, Tessa sittin
Where Wild Things Roam 52: Shifting Tides
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Where Wild Things Roam 51: Rising Waters
Carson“Oh-ho-ho, yeah!” I chuckle-growl wickedly, stretching and looking from one hand to the other. Not that I needed to see it. I can definitely feel the power of a fae god pulsing inside me. There’ll be no wiping this smile off my face, that’s for sure. “Well, on to bigger things.”Reaching inside my leather duster, I draw out one of the iron cuff bracelets I’d used before on my lovely little princess. Nudging her father’s limp form with a toe, I roll him over and stooping, slip the iron cuff over his wrist, loving the sound of his weak groan. “You just wait right here, Dad, while I take care of your daughter.”I glance around the wrecked plaza as I make my way to the front steps of the hotel. The entire host—undead and were—have stopped what they’re doing and stare wide-eyed at me. Ex
Where Wild Things Roam 50: Invaders
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Where Wild Things Roam 47: Desperate Measures
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Where Wild Things Roam 46: The Call
Anna Jack’s arm tightens around me reflexively as I try to leave the bed. “Roll over, lover,” I whisper, pushing against him, and obliging even in his sleep, he does as he’s asked. His hand unconsciously seeks Lili as my replacement and he pulls her against him on the other side, allowing me to slip out. I kiss his temple, then hers.It doesn’t make any sense. I pad quietly to the French door that leads to the courtyard, ruminating. Then again, neither does what I’m about to do. I don’t know why, but it’s all I can think of since Ian’s funeral. Now that all the strangers have departed for their home territories, there’s time for me to pursue it.The bitter cold raises fierce gooseflesh over my entire body as I soon as I step outside and I shiver. Fighting th
