Taliesin and the rest of his group left the castle’s grounds with a small group of guards that would guide them to the border camp. Laurel watched them leave, her stomach churning with nerves before she turned back into the castle. Adolph turned and followed her back to their rooms though he was certain that she didn’t notice he was just behind her.He closed the door to their chambers behind him and leaned against it for a moment, watching her pace, clutching the necklace in her hands as she walked and muttered to herself. For a moment, he wondered if she did this often as Laura because she was used to being alone or if this was just the best way she could think. He only caught snippets of what she was muttering about, but it was enough to stoke his anger. Eden and the Wiccans were causing more irritation than he thought possible. Laurel’s words about peace and the sentiment of forgiveness and healing wounds so that they could move forward were all nice in theory, but seeing her
After the Wiccans were gone, Delia had no choice but to stop putting off working with Maria on the orchard expansion. It burned her pride to even consider working in the orchard, Laura's pride and joy, but until she was sure she was completely safe, she had no choice.The sun was oppressive overhead, making Delia sweat before she had even managed to reach where the old gates had been. She sneered at the ruptured earth where the gate had been anchored. It had been so easy to get Basil to put the gate up. She hadn’t even had to whisper much in his ear for him to think it would please her. Now, he rarely even looked at her, let alone sought to please her. She marched past the entrance and further into the orchard towards where people were congregating. As she walked, it seemed that every stray speck of dirt attacked her silk gown, turning her beautiful gown into a filthy mess around the hem before she had made it to where Maria was directing people.Maria turned to her and gave her a h
Adolph walked into the room where Chasel had corralled the leader of the group of rogues they’d caught near the borders and wasn’t surprised to find them still kicking up a fuss. He sat in front of the two dirty-faced and angry-looking rogues and observed them as they snarled and ranted about being captured. The others had been a bit more reserved, near quiet as they were teetering on the edge of madness. These two were different. They were mated for one and very cognizant. It seemed these were banished werewolves. Perhaps the others were as well, but the call of madness that made true rogues had worn them down too far."Who are you? Why were you skulking around the border? And what have you to do with the vampire queen, Morrigan."The man snarled, "That wench always short-changed us. And what does it matter who we are?"Adolph lifted an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected any real answer, but the answer was intriguing. "Short-changed you in what way?""She only ever paid six of ten for any
Delia closed the room behind her and sighed. Lady Helena’s lessons were getting easier with Laurel teaching her to read and write at the level of a noblewoman, but they were still grating. She’d barely had enough time to plot how to get rid of Laurel, but it had come to her in a flash. Simplicity was always best. She could figure out a way to orchestrate an accident the same way she had killed Laura, but she would need to garner some manner of rapport with Laurel. To that end, she’d shown up at the orchard to make sure Maria and the rest reported that she was helping. She’d avoided the servants who irritated her to make sure she would lose her temper. It had been working out well for now and today she’d been making her next move. She walked up the stairs to Laurel’s office and knocked, preparing to put on her best act. She had to convince Laurel that she meant the best when she invited her out to have dinner in a few days. It was the start of her plan to get closer to Laurel. She
Gavin paced his office with a slow gait. The room had once been a meeting room for all of the ministers so he could watch them carefully, but now he was alone in the room to contemplate the path forward and relatively powerless. He held no sway with Adolph and even less with Laurel. Basil was so entrenched in pleasing his father and losing himself to drink that he was useless to his plans. Even if he wasn’t, Basil was better left untainted by the things that Gavin planned.If Basil was ever considered entangled with a treasonous plot, the Mirabelle name would never be the same, Olivia’s memory in the eyes of the people would forever be tarnished and he needed what little was left of her and Adolph’s love story to help put Basil on the throne whether Laurel’s child was a boy or a girl. Especially if she birthed a boy. He cursed. If only he had kept a closer eye on the staff of the castle before and after Laurel had cleaned out the palace. He could have snuck a few sleeper agents amon
The name was familiar and horrifying all at once. She clutched her fist and fixed her expression to one of confusion. Stella was a poor, ragged rogue with no hope to do better, alone. She was Delia, princess of the werewolf kingdom, wife of the crowned prince, and future luna. The guards looked at Delia and then her parents. “Where the hell have you been, Stella?” Her father asked. “Cozying up to these land-stealers and half-breeds?”“Who are you talking about?” Delia asked with as much confusion as she could manage. Her heart was racing. “What’s going on?” She flinched at Adolph’s voice behind her. “Sir, we’ve just returned from the border with these rogues… They have been calling Lady Delia by another name.”“I don’t know a Stella,” Delia said stiffly, “W-Where is Basil?”“His grandfather has taken him to the Mirabelle estate to help with preparations for MInister Mirabelle’s upcoming birthday,” Adolph said calmly. “I can only imagine that he will send for you soon.”Delia nodde
The ride was quiet. Basil was slumped against the door, painfully sober and refusing to look at anyone in the carriage. To Laurel’s knowledge, he hadn’t wanted to come back to be with Delia to escort her to the estate, but Adolph ordered him to return on principle. Despite their appearances, they were still married. It was a bit sad and embarrassing for them in Laurel’s mind. Basil knew she had been Laura in her past life. To have thrown her out based on his undeniable love for Delia then not being able to even look at her had to be adding to his guilt and regret. She didn’t even feel smug about it, just almost feeling sorry for him as if he were a stranger that had been splattered with dirty street water at the passing of a carriage. Delia was tense and looking out the other window. The commotion with her parents had taken all the usual bite out of her it seemed. Laurel wondered if they had spoken about her past and that was adding to the tension between them. It hadn’t taken lon
The words went through her with a startling shock of pain. He shouldn’t have been able to say that to her. He should have denied it before she had even managed to finish accusing him. “What… did you say?”Basil shook his head with a groan of annoyance, “Even if we are mates, she didn’t deserve that from me. I should have never divorced her.”Delia’s eyes widened as a little wave of golden light flickered across his back. Her heart thundered in her chest in terror. Sweat slid down the back of her neck. Was that the light that Eden had warned her about?How much time did she have left?“And when Laurel showed up…” Basil groaned. “I should have seen it. I should have known and done something before we were married. We wouldn’t be here now if I had!”“Basil, what are you–”“Three years of marital abstinence and refusing her because of my pride, and now she’s married and mated to my father with a child on the way!” He huffed, “The goddess is truly cruel when she wishes.”Delia covered her