My voice trailed off, my words catching in my throat. Part of me wanted to tell him now—to rip off the bandaid, to finally reveal what Degas had warned me about. To reveal that I thought that maybe, just maybe, it would be the best to say goodbye on good terms now and look back on these past weeks t

Anything to avoid looking Chris in the eye. He was going to such lengths to spoil me yet again, and… “Ava?” Chris’s voice suddenly snapped me out of my deep train of thought. Wincing a bit, I whipped my gaze up to meet his green eyes staring at me over the rim of his glass. “Hmm?” “Is everythi

After all, who knew how many— Enough, I thought to myself as my gloved fingers left a blazing trail up the back of his neck. Just enjoy it. Just for now. Nothing else. When our lips finally pulled apart with a wet smack, we pressed our foreheads together and allowed ourselves to share the same b

“It’s how we get through events like this,” Ophelia explained. “A sip here, a sip there—next thing you know, you’re hardly noticing how your behind hurts from sitting in those god-awful folding chairs.” Nearly snorting into my martini, I simply shook my head and scanned the room for Chris. He was

Ava Goddess, the last thing I wanted to do was spend more than three seconds with that awful man—and even three seconds was too much. But my years growing up and living in the werewolf world had made it nearly impossible for me to be impolite to people, especially my elders. And so, no matter ho