~Ben’s Point of View~ “What are you doing,” I heard through the darkness, as I nearly fell over trying to dress in the dark. “I’ve got a meeting,” I said, being vague. I promised Meadow last night I wouldn’t lie to her, and while I desperately want to keep that promise it’s a fine line. I held her in my arms all night, but our clothes stayed on. Well, I didn’t wear a shirt, I doubt I could sleep with one but it was a great excuse to feel her more. It was nearly an impossible situation to behave, but I won’t rush her. I don’t know for certain if it's lingering trust issues surrounding my wives, or if she’s insecure about her body. She was ready for me the first night, so I had to imagine it was learning about how crazy my sex life had been. I’d take whatever I could get and be happy, I had no choice right now. With everything going on I hardly needed the distraction although I couldn’t decide if being with her or being without her was worse. I just wasn’t at all used to sleeping ne

~Ben’s Point of View~ The last thing I’d ever want to do is keep my little love from being herself, trying to find a way to enjoy herself in what is now very much her home as well. But the clear scowls from my wives were chilling. It wasn’t at all like we hadn’t blared music through the house before, and yeah they would have joined in. Two or three of them would have been hanging off me though, and clearly now that wouldn’t be happening. The physical end of things was easy for me, overnight it was like my feelings for them flipped a switch. I couldn’t expect it to be the same, and now I was rubbing their noses in it. But I wasn’t leaving my home or my children. I wouldn’t apologize for finding my fated mate. I sighed and stared at the beautiful female on my balcony, leaning over the stone and gazing at the ocean. Her blonde hair floated in the breeze and it was so sexy. I wished I could photograph her. Paint her, make a sculpture of her body. How do I keep her safe here? How can

~Ben’s Point of View~ When my great grandfather was killed, by his own grandson’s hand, his mate swore vengeance. But how? Both my parents were killed during those couple of insane days. While I tell myself I remember it all, some of it just blends together. Many parts are black holes in my memory. Some is just what others have told me. All together, seventy-four died including most of my family. You’d think no one would trust me, that I’d be the last person to take the reins and rule, but quite the opposite. I had so much to prove. They were hardly my sins to atone for, but I always felt the albatross around my neck regardless. No one could bear to kill Georgia, but she’d gone mad, rightfully so. In ancient times, she’d have been turned to stone. Be let out after a few hundred years once she’d calmed down. But I refused. She’d lost her true fated mate, she had every right to her feelings, even as a child I understood that. She took on another life form, in another realm. She’d li

~Meadow’s Point of View~ “Are we going to talk about the fact that you’re still the big V,” Sunny said, as we walked down the beach. I shot her a look that could kill. It was seriously nobody’s damn business! “I can smell it in your blood. It's just a hint cleaner, I’m not sure why that is. Different partners, different foods can contribute to the smell. Godfrey’s taught me so much, how to tell this or that,” she said, completely on brag mode. She always was when she spoke of him. I sighed. I really didn’t know how much the whole “lack of sex drive” thing could be blamed on the doll situation. Or if I really was just scared. But I was sick of thinking about it, I really did want answers. *Cautious, rightfully so. We’ve been cautious,* Coral said. Sunny also didn’t know about the dolls and I wasn’t sure anyone wanted her to know, she’d go nuts. Hmm. Was that really so bad though? *Does Sunny know about the dolls? I think we should tell her, the elf hasn’t had any luck,* I said,

~Ben’s Point of View~ Before I knew it there were dozens of witches engaging Shadows and those from my coven all around me, but not a single one came at me. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or annoyed, I didn’t come all this way for nothing. Was I singled out for someone? Their final showdown would be me versus a certain someone? I began to get cagey, feeling almost like a boxer. While I considered myself to be in shape, a physical fighter I was not, that was Sebastian’s thing. I helped where I could, and some I just settled for freezing so the Shadow could take their head off. When things settled a bit, everyone seemed to brace for another round. “Sofia! Show yourself,” I shouted. Either she would come or her mate would. I welcomed them both. My line of sight caught Anna in the distance running from hut to hut, some of them had already exploded with fire. She was yelling, likely for Fotis. I couldn’t hear much over all the chaos and destruction. Faint screams. I heard a voice s