“Morning,” he murmured, his lips brushing the tip of my ear. “Need some help?”I turned my head slightly to peer at him over my shoulder, feeling myself bristle at his closeness. “Chris—” I began to tell him that we shouldn’t be so intimate, but the words died on my lips. No, I thought to myself. No

I glanced at the others, then nodded hesitantly. “Of course,” I said, standing. As we stepped out into the hall, I couldn’t help but notice the curious looks Ophelia and Leonard exchanged. But they didn’t say anything, and I was grateful for that.Once we were alone, Chris turned to me, his brow cre

I didn’t answer. Instead, my gaze drifted over to where Chris now stood with Amelia, the two of them engaged in what looked like an intimate conversation. As I watched, Chris threw his head back with laughter at something she said, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always made my he

AvaI swayed to the orchestral music, the man’s arms around my waist as we moved across the dance floor. He was being perfectly chivalrous—keeping an appropriate distance, making polite small talk about the decor and the musicians. He had introduced himself as Patrick, a member of Moonrise pack who

AvaThe garden was mercifully quiet when I finally stumbled out into it, the only sounds being the gentle trickle of the stone fountain and the chirping of crickets in the distance. Sinking down onto the edge of the fountain, I buried my face in my hands, my shoulders shaking with silent sobs.How d