AUTHOR There were many things Hannah Whinstone knew Dark Moon for, and a really tight traffic jam during rush hour was not one of those; thanks to the good and wide roads, and serious traffic rules and regulations which had always been in place. So what happened tonight? She could have sworn her c

ASHER Three hours. That was all Ivan had left before I took measures to rain hell down on him. It was nothing compared to what he truly deserved, but I could make do with that. I was seated in my study when my phone chimed with a message. I slipped it out of my pocket, hurriedly, my body rippling

ASHER I was more than heartbroken, but what was one more revelation? Reed had dared to accuse my mother of such treachery. I made sure I’ll deal with the truth and him later. I tapped the “play” icon and pressed my phone speaker to my ear. “ I told you that we had to be careful, and the best thi

About thirty minutes later, I was back on the road, going in the direction of Lord Clarke's home, according to Lady Hannah's description. I was followed by a team of special agents who all had weapons with them. I had employed this strategy, knowing fully well how unpredictable Lord Clark could be.

But I couldn't stop myself from peering down at the photo. In the first picture, a young Hannah was seated before a handsome man who definitely looked like a younger version of my father. They were in a cafe, tall glasses of iced coffee seated before them both on the table and she was smiling brigh