“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
“Then?” I ask, arms crossed “How’d you know?” Zen purses his lips for a moment, and I’ve noticed he only takes time to reply when he doesn’t want to, but the vow is pushing him to. “My senses are more attuned to singling out heartbeats and footsteps than most Lycans,” He says finally, and I have t
“I used to have some affinity, but it’s gone now.” He says evenly “How does that happen?” “By very rare events.” He says, and I get the hint that he doesn’t want to tell me “Worry not, though. The universe is always in balance. When you lose something, you gain something too.” The universe is alw
She’s asleep. I glance at Dinah’s curled form, the corner of the book’s cover digging into the side of her face, but she’s too deep in her slumber to care. Dinah has a penchant for words, choosing the right ones easily, controlling the tone of her voice, the expressions on her face. Even when she’