Taylor watched Mya as she sat in the lounge chair on the back deck of their cabin. She held a whiskey glass, half-empty, as her arm dangled off the side of the chair. Taylor poured herself a glass of wine and walked out to join Mya. She gasped when Mya grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto Mya’s lap. Then she settled more comfortably and relaxed into Mya’s chest. Mya was shaking as she held Taylor, they’d lost a part of their hearts, but they still had each other. She just hoped that she would be enough for Taylor.
“Whatever thoughts you’re having, stop,” Taylor said quietly. “Let’s see. It wasn’t your fault, what happened to Jane. I miss her too. I don’t blame you. And we’re going to be okay.”
“I should have gone in with her.” Mya dropped the glass to the floor
Paine stood on her balcony. The smoke billowed around her head as she looked out over the expanse of her property. She’d bought the old ghost house since it was far from any neighbors. And she had privacy for her, not so quiet, extracurricular activities. She took another drag of her vape and blew the smoke out slowly. She knew she should get back to her current plaything. But the night was crisp and clear. And the man wasn’t going anywhere anyway. She chuckled to herself. Paine had been good. She’d not taken a treat for weeks. But tonight, when he’d followed her into the alley after she’d left the bar, it had been like fate. With Simile keeping her end of the bargain, she’d dropped Davey off at the bar as she’d promised. Unharmed. She hadn’t realized how tough it would be not to hurt the child. But it had taken all her self-control not to even give him a little scar. This man was her reward. Or at least that’s how she thought of
Ava stood with a cup of coffee in her hand, watching Gina run a drill with their guards. They hadn’t needed to fight since she’d created the safe space, they now call home. And since she’d found peace with herself and her life. She knew that Sam still saw her as a threat, and she kept that illusion going, it kept her people safe. When she’d decided to create Beta, and take people who’d been treated unfairly, she’d thought that one day she’d take her army and take out Sam. But as the time passed and she and Gina settled, her need for revenge had diminished. Now all she cared about was keeping her people safe and happy. She wondered, not for the first time, how long they’d be able to keep their home a secret. With the new market that sold herbs that they grew on their land, word about them would spread. Especially under the witches and shamans who flocked to their markets. She’d been to a few. And she’d witnessed how much wha
An evolved Amber.After Amber spoke to Dom and settled things for Simile and Emily, she decided to find Jake and bring him back to Silver Moon. As soon as she was out of their eye line, she called on her Lycan. She had no idea how it would react, or if it even could trace Jake’s scent. But she had to try. How she was going to convince Sam to go home without her, she’d worry about that when the time came. Fully shifted, she stood on her hind legs and tried to find the middle ground between her mind and her Lycan’s. She needed to merge them, needed to get comfortable with what she was. She’d use the time it would take to find Jake to do it. She could feel the wolf fight the vampire. And the vampire fights the wolf. She needed them to merge, all of them. The fae genes seemed to be dormant and trying to stay out of the other’s way. Amber shook her wolf-like head, spit flew as she growled. She could smell Jake, knew his direction and how fast he was m
“Where are you?” Sam asked quietly. They were standing on the edge of a clearing, watching Morgan, Alex, and another woman set up a barrier around Ava, Taylor, and Mya. “I was thinking about what happened to me,” Amber said. “The whole Tribrid thing.” “Oh.” Sam tried to suppress the growl that rose from her depths.
Jake sat in his cell, his head bent low over a table as he wrote on a piece of paper. He’s been getting letters from Mark for the last four days. And it was almost time for them to swap letters again. Mark always came at the same time every day. With a cup of coffee for both and chocolate. They’d spend an hour just talking and then they’d exchange letters. He found himself looking forward to those letters almost as much as their daily visit. Even resenting his prison, he felt calmer, happier, knowing that Mark would come to him. His head snapped up as he heard the door open at the top of the stairs, and Mark came walking down. Since he was the only one down there now, they’d left lights on, and he wasn’t in the dark as he was when he was locked up with Mark. He wondered sometimes, just how much Mark had to do with that. He knew Lucy also advocated for him. She’d always stood by him. He stood then froze as Mark took a key out of his pocket and unlo
Addi sat on the water’s edge. She knew her grandmas were close behind her somewhere. But she liked to pretend that she was alone. She sometimes felt like they were too protective. She knew she was important and that her mom was the Alpha. And her other mom was the Custos, a guardian of all. But she hated feeling caged. Addi threw a rock into the water and pulled her knees up to her chin. She wanted to talk to someone. She felt itchy. That’s the best word she had for what she was feeling. Her whole body sometimes felt itchy. Trixie sat on her shoulder, stroked her cheek, and Addi leaned into the touch. She loved the little Pixie. She was the only one that knew when to give her space and when not to. Not that she ever wanted space from Trixie. Pax was her best friend. But they only spent time at school together, and sometimes when he had time between his training. She’d want
Paine threw her whiskey glass across the room. It shattered, pieces spilled across the woman tied to the steaks in the floors, chest. The woman closed her eyes and turned her head to the side to try and avoid getting any glass pieces in her eyes. Paine almost laughed. The woman must be in so much pain as she lay there, and yet she flinched from a few pieces of glass. “Clever, they were clever,” Paine muttered. “I made a mistake, underestimating them,” Paine told the woman as she pressed a piece of the glass into the woman’s flesh with her foot. “Doesn’t matter, they don’t know my exact location. You did what I asked you, didn’t you?” She knelt beside the woman. Her hands pressed to the woman’s breasts. “You put the barrier around my home as I asked you?” She smiled as the woman nodded furiously. “Good.” Paine pushed to her feet again and the woman let out a breath of relief. Paine paced to the window and back, her eyes tracked between the woman on her floor and the man she’d picked up
Taylor turned from the kettle when a knock sounded at the door of her and Mya’s cabin. “I’ll get it.” She shouted up the stairs where she knew Mya was washing up after their day on the road. She’d let Mya go up alone, to give her space to sort out her feelings. Taylor knew that she’d have to stop giving Mya space soon, or they’d drift apart. One of these days, Mya would have to sit and talk to her, let her back in. She pulled the door open and froze. For a second, a split second she would have sworn Jane had come home. Then she blinked and swallowed.“I’m sorry. I know it must be a shock to see me.” Tris held up her hands. “I should have said something about…”“No, uh, I’m sorry, come on in.” Taylor stepped back. “I’m Taylor. Mya will be down in a minute.” Taylor shook her head as the woman walked past her and stood waiting. Clearly unsure of her welcome.