-Arabella-The elation I felt all day dies when I see Stella with Ronan in his room. When I exit the bathroom again, though, everyone is thankfully gone.I can't help but feel a little angry that he didn't tell me she was coming. Something else happened while I locked myself up in the bathroom, because all the suitcases and bags that Stella's attendant had in her hands aren't there anymore.I get dressed and put on some light makeup, and by the time I'm done, it seems like the party has started. When I open the door, I can hear the faint beat of music and the general murmurs of people.Jay is leaving his room when I go to the second floor, and he greets me with a hug."Did you have fun today?" he asks me cheerfully, and I nod. "Good. And we're going to have even more fun tonight. I've asked Gabriel to set up a section for attendants. We can dance and do what we want there, away from the vampires." "That sounds amazing," I say. He winks at me and takes my a
-Ronan-I knew Alex would have us play The Hunt at some point in the night, but I don't like this twist he has put on the game. I could have stopped it, but before I ruined everyone's night the event had begun, and I found myself rushing forward along with the others. When they signaled that the hunt had begun, I had rushed toward the garden, knowing that was where Ara had been before. With my sight impaired by the blindfold, all I could rely on was her smell, and I could faintly distinguish it, along with Jay's scent. I followed the faint trace to the forest, in the direction of the gardening shed, but something is clearly masking Ara's scent, possibly something she has drunk. Alcohol gets into the bloodstream and is also released through the pores, so right now, I could be following any other attendant's trace. I know this forest well, having spent years playing here when I was young and hunting when I grew older. That helps with finding my way, but not in loc
-Arabella-Ronan's lips are on mine, and for a second, I don't know how to react.He's really kissing me.Then my body takes over and his tongue intertwines with mine, our lips pressing into each other's with so much want and desire. His hand moves to my breast, cupping it and squeezing it, this thumb playing with my hardened nipple. I'm suddenly aware of his erection—which was there all the time, but I had been mostly ignoring—and my hand travels to his cock, caressing it.Without thinking, I break away from him to see that he looks equally surprised and…hungry. He eyes my lips as if wanting to continue, but I can tell that he's enjoying my touch.I sit up on him and in one quick movement lift his cock so I can place myself above it. He enters me without any delay, throwing his head back as it fills me, making me moan with pleasure. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again, this time while he rocks his hips up and down, smoothly sliding in a
-Ronan-My father paces around the apartment with his arms crossed as I watch him and wait for the next round of yelling."Just do the damn photos, and carry on with the wedding. Is that so hard to do?" he says, stopping at the couch and placing his arms on the back. "The project you've been working on for decades is all but finished, and you're going to screw it all up because of a human.""What does Arabella have to do with anything?" I ask, and immediately regret doing so."Do I really have to tell you?" He takes out his phone and scrolls for a few seconds, bringing it up to my face. Someone at the party took a photo of me carrying Arabella into the house after I found her in the forest. Despite the picture being slightly pixelated and dark, it's easy to see that there's nothing but tenderness on my face. Now I understand why my father flew in and immediately summoned me to London. It couldn't have been just because Stella called my mother crying and tellin
-Arabella-I feel much better today, though I end up throwing up everything I had for breakfast just before we leave for the clinic. Ronan left in the middle of the night again, and I haven't heard from him since, but at least he left a charger back in the room, so I will be able to call Grace today."Thank you for coming with me," I say to Gabriel and Jay when the car arrives to pick us up. "I could have just waited it out as well. I think going to the doctor for some nausea is a little extreme." "No, it's not! You haven't been able to keep anything down," Gabriel says. "Besides, Jay should get his blood work done as well." He side-eyes Jay, who goes around the car and enters from the other side with a frown on his face. "He doesn't like needles," he whispers into my ear, making me chuckle.In the car, Jay hands me an ice bucket just in case I get sick again, but even with the car's motion, I'm fine. A little nauseated, but there isn't much inside my stomach for
-Ronan-"Yes, I'll be in Milan next week for the fitting," Stella says into her phone. I messed up the photos we should have taken at dawn because I didn't bring the right clothes, and now I'm stuck with her all day as we look for the exact clothes she wants for the shoot that should be during the sunset. We're at a café, because apparently Stella has gotten hooked on coffee and can't function without having several throughout the day, and she's been on her phone most of the day anyway, planning the wedding.She pretended to care about showing me a few things: the venue (Paris), the decorations (the theme is some flower I don't know the name of), and the food for the guests' attendants, though she wasn't too interested in that either. I excuse myself and go outside, tired of hearing her voice, and call Gabriel. He hasn't said anything since this morning when he texted they were on the way to the clinic with Ara."Ronan, how are you doing?" he answers, a littl
-Arabella-Ronan is gone for three seemingly endless days before he calls Gabriel to tell him that he wants us at the manor in the afternoon. It's lunchtime, and the three of us are out on the patio. I've been an anxious mess these past few days, and they keep trying to cheer me up by telling me stories about the early days of their romance. "I think I realized I was in love with him when I started to like cleaning his house," Jay says, sipping on some juice. "Like, it was my task as an attendant, but I enjoyed seeing his face light up when he came home and found everything clean and orderly.""And all these years you had me thinking that it was my butt you liked," Gabriel says, pretending to look offended. "It's a decent butt." Jay shrugs, and Gabriel throws a balled-up napkin at him. "But what I liked was seeing you happy." Even though I enjoy hearing their stories, the affection they have for each other tugs at my heart. I miss Ronan, and the more I think
-Ronan-I've spent the past two days in Rome, making calls and talking to old acquaintances. Italian vampires are part of the underworld of the underworld, and they know pretty much everyone's business.My Italian contacts don't seem to know much about Desmond's latest antics, though they make it clear that his existence is only tolerated because he's Carlota's husband. And regardless of what the rest of the vampire world thinks, Carlota is still like royalty to them. She reigns supreme in Italy, so I know she'll be able to get more information than I could possibly hope to obtain. There's also a small chance that I'm wrong about Desmond and Stella plotting together. However, I don't have any enemies except possibly my brother and my future wife. Carlota lives two hours away from Rome in a small castle that's surrounded by armed guards around the clock. I've only been here once, ages ago, before her wedding to Desmond. She's made this place her fortress, where sh