Dinner is… interesting. When Andrea and I came down, we found the fourth prince in animated discussion with Zen, who looked simultaneously surprised and uncomfortable. Well, I suppose being called the ‘Lord of Murder’ is weird for anyone. I chew forlornly at my food, my thoughts still preoccupied
The bedchamber is different from anything I’d imagined. Scented candles flicker at strategic places, painting the room in hues of soft gold. The bed is a huge, circular mattress piled with soft looking covers, in place of the head board is a circular mirror, rimmed with gold. Above the bed is a she
We’re meeting everyone else involved in the curse’s investigation, tomorrow. And I did tell the fourth prince that I’ll help. Like Zen said, there’s a lot to discuss. By the time I’m back in the bed chamber, Zen is lying on the long couch, boots set neatly aside and eyes close. A tick of annoyance
“My House was framed for allying with witch covens, Dinah.” I still, all thoughts evaporating from my mind. A family a witch hunters, framed for allying with witches? “That makes no sense.” I blurt out “Who would believe that?” He lets out a long breath, looking at the fire crackling in the heart
Zen stares at me for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. Then his shoulders shake, and a chuckle escapes him, catching me completely off guard. My mouth falls open at that, and I gape at him. Zen can laugh, I think distantly, like a complete moron. Of course he can. Everyone can laugh. Stil
“Shouldn’t you sleep, My Lady?” Zen asks me “It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” I shake my head “It’s necessary to know for sure what I can and can’t read. Since no one here knows what to do, there must be some research going on? Some library with records of curses?” Zen nods at that, “There m
New York winter is harsh. I bring my hands to my mouth, blowing warm breath on them even over the gloves. Streets light flicker over my head, casting blinking halos of light on the concrete. In a distance, our apartment complex comes in sight. Noah’s waiting out, dressed in a long coat of black. U
Don’t think about it. Don’t. Don’t. I snap out of my thoughts when Zen makes his way over to me. Contrary to my expectations, he doesn’t stop by the couch, or even at the distance he usually keeps. I stumble back slightly when Zen moves forward, closing the space between us. The intensity of his g