Fighting with his sleuth, fighting for his woman, fighting for his life... very busy man.
Charlie's P.O.V.As soon as Killian returned, I was livid. I could smell the cold night air on his suit and wished I could step outside too. A deep, calming breath before dealing with him would have prevented this conversation from being fueled by my emotions. I had never been more furious in my li
"She doesn't know about what happened to our parents. She didn't even know mother was still alive until this afternoon. I have told Natalie several times that she is my mate. What she chose to infer from that information is on her."I swallowed hard, taking a sip of my wine. Visiting my mother had a
As I approached the inn, I felt my beast stir, and the subtle scent of the breeze made me pause. I knew that scent, and my heart clenched in my chest. It had to have been the stress of the evening. I knew Damien wouldn't have come here. He would still be with his sleuth, or maybe he was already on
Charlie's P.O.V.I couldn't wait until tomorrow. If Damien had run for a day and a half for me, I could venture out a mile or two for him. Even with the report of a deceased vampire found outside the wall, the risk of me crossing one out there would be slim to none. The guard would be on high alert
Sparks danced over my body, and a laugh of surprise left my lips. I had smelled him for myself. Even with Barley telling me that Damien had come after me, a small part of me hadn't fully believed it. The only people who had ever chased after me were my nannies, and that was because they had been get
I nodded. I knew it all too well. There was nothing about that world that made me happy either, but it was my duty to step up should anything happen.Still, his happiness was important to me, and I had to consider how I would live if, after I marked him, I had to let him go so he could be happy or i
Charlie's P.O.V.That night we slept curled around each other, but it was different than the time before when he had first found out who I was. This time, instead of frustration and anger, the air felt colder, and my heart hurt from the sadness and longing that stemmed from our conversation. I knew
"My mother is still alive. We just told the people she was dead because we knew she wouldn't come out of her coma," I said. Damien stared at me, unaffected by my words. Of course, he wouldn't care that the previous queen wasn't dead. He had grown up hating my kind, specifically my family. I grimace