“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’
My own reflection catches my eyes in the mirror wall of the baths, the silver eyes that have received so much scorn staring back at me impassively. To think I’d return to the palace as a guest, dressed in their clothes and eating their foods. I can’t even count how many people must be seething with
What time is it? For the first few moments of the state between sleep and wakefulness, my eyes squint at the dying embers in the fireplace in confusion. The meeting! I sit up abruptly, the blanket falling from my shoulders, hair sticking to the drool by the corner of my mouth. As I smooth out my b