Isaac leapt to his feet, making Rosie jump back. He did not look at her. "I need to go," he said.Lavinia stayed on the ground with Rosie. "We can't just leave Rosie like this. This scratch is still bleeding.""There is no we. You'll be in danger if we go. Stay here with Rosie.""You are not going on your own," Lavinia said incredulously. "You are nowhere near your usual strength. I'm coming with you."Isaac looked like he wanted to argue, but stopped as he saw the stern expression on Lavinia's face. "Fine. We'll take her with us then," he pulled a cover off one of the pillows on the bed and handed it to Lavinia. "Keep pressure on her. I'll go get a carriage ready.""Carriage? We need to find Arabella.""There is no way he hasn't found her already. He's most likely already taken her to Castle Brogan."Lavinia carefully folded the pillowcase and held it to Rosie's side. "Can you stand?""I think so?" Rosie wrapped one of her arms over Lavinia's shoulders and let
Getting Rosie down the stairs was an ordeal. Isaac returned within minutes. He hurried to the top of the stairs, hair and clothes dripping wet. He stood a few paces back, looking expectantly at Rosie."Look, I am not exactly enthused about this either," he pushed his hair back, spraying water. "But this is a long staircase and it is pouring outside. I promise I'm not going to hurt you."Isaac extended his arms toward Rosie. Tentatively, she took his hand and let him pick her up, the arm supporting her back also keeping pressure on her wound. Rosie turned her face in towards Isaac's chest, gritting her teeth. Watching Isaac carefully descend the stairs, Lavinia felt a flash of warmth in her chest. It was not jealousy. The position had no air of romance or even tenderness. It was purely functional, but revealed a tendency towards altruistic affection. Isaac held the small girl so naturally, as if he had carried someone down these stairs a thousand times and would do so a th
The door swung closed on Isaac and Lavinia with a click. They had been ushered into a warmly decorated room. In the center was an enormous four-poster bed. Over it was a thick duvet with intricate red embroidery. Beside it was a loveseat and two plump ottomans. Lavinia sank into the loveseat, letting out a breath. Isaac stayed frozen just inside the doorway. "Oh, sit down." Said Lavinia. "I'd think you'd be good at this.""Excuse me?"Lavinia sighed. "Clearly Mr. Brogan thinks we were invited to the ritual or wedding or whatever they're forcing Arabella into.""We should not be wasting time sitting here and-""Isaac, it will be much easier to get her out of here if we are welcome guests. For the time being, we just need to accept their hospitality and wait. When the time comes we will get her and run. "He looked at her incredulously. "How did you come up with that so quickly?""When you work under constant scrutiny you get good at reading people. Mr. Brogan do
Isaac and Lavinia had moved to the bed, making use of the raised footboard. Lavinia had untied his wrists briefly, only to secure them to the bedframe. She had drawn the shades closed around them, making the light that snuck through the cracks warm and almost smokey in quality.This was a first for Lavinia. So much of her intimate experience had been spent on her back, following the whims of the hands touching her. She had never been in an unwelcome position, but she had also never been able to exert her own will, making all the decisions for her own pleasure. Even with Isaac, he had always dominated the scene. He was willful with his touch and talented in his actions. But watching him be the one to lean his head back, hands bound, gave Lavinia a new type of enjoyment. She felt powerful. Her every desire was met. Isaac willingly submitted, enthusiastically responding to her hands and mouth. He seemed to find comfort in rescinding his authority and letting Lavinia make all
The next morning came much sooner than desired. No light streamed onto the bed, the closed hangings kept it at bay. Isaac and Lavinia were awoken instead by a heavy banging on the door. Lavinia sat up, drawing the covers to her shoulders. Disgruntled, Isaac swung his legs out of bed. He pulled his dressing gown tight around himself and stood. Opening the door, he came face to face with Marco."You got here so soon," he said. "I didn't even have time to send out an invitation."Isaac matched Marco's energy, keeping his words light. "I simply could not miss my little sister's wedding.""Of course. This a family affair. Will your mother be joining us? It's so rare to see you without her."Isaac's expression cracked into an unwilling smile. He forced a laugh. "Yes, we are rather close. But unfortunately, she will not. She has work to attend to at the manor.""What a pity," Marco said, making no effort to disguise his mocking tone. You and your..." he glanced at Lavinia
"Am I allowed to ask about the plans? Or is that pack exclusive knowledge? I have been looking forward to my baby sister's wedding for a long time." Isaac asked, trying to keep his tone joking. "You'll be joining that pack soon enough, Isaac," said Mr. Brogan. "But typically we let the women prepare on their own. You'll be helping Marco and me with his side of affairs. "Lavinia glanced at Isaac out of the corner of her eye, uncomfortable with Mr. Brogan's separation. Simply based on how Sonia and Arabella held back in the conversation she could sense that there was a clear power dynamic at work. Mr. Brogan and Marco held something over the two girls and they expected Lavinia and Isaac to fall in line. Isaac smiled flatly. "I'm sure I can make myself useful.""Then I can take your maidservant!" Said Sonia. "Arabella will only give me so much gossip. You can fill in the gaps for me.""There's not a lot to tell," Lavinia started, trying to shift Sonia off the subject.
Lavinia had hoped that preparations for Marco and Arabella's ceremony would feel like a point of normalcy. She thought that surely the process could not be that different from events she had been to in the past. Mr. Brogan seemed to be treating the whole affair like a wedding. But nothing could have been farther from the truth.Sonia's event planning was unlike anything Lavinia had ever seen. Instead of choosing decorations and matching centerpieces, she bound herbs and lit candles, guiding Arabella and Lavinia through the motions. That afternoon she led them into the surrounding forest. Lavinia had never seen woods like these. In the confines of the city, there was almost no plant life. It was only near Astor manor that she had ever seen any density of plant life. This area was something entirely new. Trees grew wide and tall, their roots overlapping in a matted tangle on the forest floor, overrun with ferns and thick patches of leafy shrubs that Lavinia could not identify.
Sonia's messy hair flattened back against her neck, getting shorter. Her fringe grew forward, becoming a coarse layer of hair over her snarling face. Yellow irises blossomed, the color overtaking her eyes and blocking out their whites. With a sickening crunch, her limbs elongated. She became taller, hunching forward as her ankles bent and her knees became stiff. Her hands hit the ground as enormous russet paws. Arabella pushed Lavinia behind her, changing her own stance into a partial crouch. She bared her fangs as Sonia's mouth solidified into a snarling muzzle. She had completely transformed. Sonia paced in front of them, a huge red wolf. Even on four paws, she was taller than Arabella. She inched closer to them, not taking her eyes off of Lavinia. "Easy, Sonia," Arabella warned. "I don't want to hurt you.""Like you even could," growled Sonia. "You vampires like to think you have so much power. You're just the fastest to infiltrate and feed off of the competit