GinAstrid comes for me a little after midnight, sneaking into my room with the stealth of a phantom thief. It makes me wonder just how many times she's done this.She tosses me a cloak and gently pushes the window open, her gaze scanning the darkness beyond. "I'll go ahead, scout the area, and signal with a rock if it's safe."I nod and Before she could leap out the window, I grabbed her arm, giving it a slight squeeze. "Thank you."A rare smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and a glint of silver dances in her blue eyes. "Don't go soft on me, Gin. This doesn't mean I like you."My lips twitch. "Likewise."Covering her flaming red hair with a black hood, she leaps out the window, dropping graceful, without a sound. She disappears into the night and I lean against the window, heart thundering in my chest as I anxiously wait for her signal.My eyes scans the darkness outside, searching for any sign of Astrid. Each passing second feels like an eternity as I strain to catch a glimp
*Sinclair* "Why the hell did you bring her?" My voice rumbles low, irritation etched into every syllable, as I keep a watchful eye on Ray Williams, whose incessant phone calls grate on my nerves. "She's been worried sick about Gin. I couldn't say no." I growl again. The fewer people involved, the smoother this operation will be. I had intended to go solo, but Dane insisted Ethan accompany me. He wants Ethan and I to mend our broken relationship over a trip to hell knows where. Laughable. "Could've and should've, but you didn't," I mutter, my gaze flicking briefly to Ray, who's managing to drive me even closer to the edge of my patience. "Just make sure she keeps quiet, or I'll toss you both out of this damn car." Ethan's expression twists into a sneer and yellow flashes in his eyes. "Just try." My responding smile is malicious. "You know I've been dying to." His jaw tightens and before he can respond, his phone beeps. He checks
*Sinclair*My father left when I was fifteen. His presence before than was fleeting. He'd disappear for weeks, sometimes months, without a word about his whereabouts.And when he came around, it only lasted for a few hours. That was how long they allowed visitors in the boarding school.His name? I never bothered to ask, never had enough curiousity to ponder on it either. Too happy that he even graced me with his presence, I would forget to ask the important questions.I'd only noticed he was truly gone when he'd stopped visiting. I'd found out some time later that he'd left me behind a fortune and a letter.I'd been more interested in the letter, having been a fool of a boy who yearned to be acknowledged by the only man he ever truly admired.But my father's letter only had one sentence scrawled on it. *Live, Norman.*"We're going around in circles," Naomi remarks, pulling me out of memory lane. She casts a pointed look at a mark she'd etched onto a tree an hour ago.Ray plops down o
GinevraI look pretty.But I can't stop sobbing.I think of Astrid and I wonder how she's faring. How long she'll be unconscious for. Possibly through the entire wedding.It doesn't matter though. When I refused to get dressed this morning, Alaric came into my room with a threat. Ithaca, was it? Do not forget that all that's needed to have your human friend and her family killed is a message from me.Those words were more than enough to compel me into the bath tub and into this dress that hangs loosely on me. I've lost a considerable amount of weight in the past couple of days; it's a wonder the dress even stays up at all.My father's fingers dig into my arm as we we approach the grand entrance of the hall. "Smile, Ginevra. This isn't a funeral."I turned to him, my voice trembling. "It might as well be, Father." I pause, unable to stop the tears that well up. "Why do you hate me so?"He stiffens, eyes turning cold. "Stop talking nonsense. I don't hate you.""Is it because I look
Huh. Father, Sinclair had called the Lycan King. I'm looking between them, noting the differences and similarities. Lycan King Fenrir has moon-white hair with green eyes that indicate the royal line. Sinclair has none of that, but the facial structure and expressions... it's like watching two opposites mirror each other. The stoic demeanor, the chilling, piercing stare, the overconfident poise, and most of all, the arrogant strut of a man who knows he owns the place. Yes. Sinclair's walking over to the dais, and the anger in his eyes has nothing to do with me or Alaric. At least, not yet. He's so angry, the aura in the hall has turned...red and hot. Fierce like a burning furnace. I gape at him. I've seen so many sides to him, but never this. Never this brooding, powerful male who could crush anything that stood in his path. I take a step forward, fingers twitching with the need to touch him. "Fenrir," Queen Zephyr breathes, rising fro
Ginevra"I thought you said he died!" Astrid squeals, her gaze darting back to Sinclair. He's locked in deep conversation with Ethan and Naomi while we wait for the portal behind the castle to be prepared for use. Sinclair had whisked me out of the hall, only to return and demand from Queen Zephyr and Rune, Where's the damn portal in this place?Rune had responded with a grunt, but Queen Zephyr had been far more obliging, telling him it was behind the castle, but needed some time to be prepared."Turns out Alaric's a horrible liar," I mutter, glancing towards my father. He's conversing with King Fenrir, making requests to have Sinclair detained for what he did. But King Fenrir has other things to worry about. Like a son whose sudden appearance just made his life complicated. Like the council now questioning whether Sinclair's claim is valid and there's talk of a duel to determine the rightful heir. Like Queen Zephyr's silent rage. Like the disbelief and hurt shimmering in Ru
I laugh. I laugh until my stomach hurts. Then I lift my hideous wedding dress and walk myself out of his apartment. "Gin!" I hear him call after me. "Leave me alone," I tell him. He catches up with me, grabbing my arm. "She can't be--" "What'd you expect when you were screwing her? You think your dick has superpowers to prevent pregnancies? Get the fuck off me. I'm not doing this with you. Fuck. I wouldn't be surprised if you had other babies everywhere!" He looks wounded. "That's not fair." A snarl rips from my throat. "And this is fair to me? I'm supposed to what? Stay and listen to you talk about shared custody? You're insane. She's insane. I'm insane. We're all insane. Leave me the fuck alone. I'm tired. I got kidnapped, got handed your bloody shirt as a souvenir, almost got married, found out you were alive and...hey, you're Rune's brother. Fucking great. Now your fiancée's pregnant. Oh, let's throw a fucking party! How's a baby
GinIt was supposed to be one drink. With Dane. I asked him out on a date. It was nothing grand. Just a phone call and, "Wanna hang?"Dane had declined, respectfully.But I'd gone anyway, all dressed up. Did I have anything in mind? No. I'd been holed up in my room for days, bawling and eating ice-cream.I wanted to feel good again. Wanted. Needed. I wanted one drink and perhaps, to flirt with a guy who didn't have a pregnant fiancée. The last couple of days of my life have been nasty and filled with tears and pain.I thought I'd try to make it different."I just want to talk," I had told Dane when he'd sighted me and started to retreat into the private booth.But all I could talk about was Sinclair. At some point, I'd started sobbing, and Dane had been very sweet. I really shouldn't have taken the glass from Naomi's tray. Or another. One glass became six, and in my defense...it was the most delicious thing I'd tasted.That too and whatever she had put into it that made me feel