Novels by C T Findlay

Isla’s POVThe last of the platters had been cleared, candlelight flickering low as laughter softened into a hum. Isla leaned back in her chair, warm from wine and the lingering heat of Kael’s gaze. Across the table, Priya was glowing—cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling as Tomas leaned in to say something that made her laugh.Kael stood, his movements fluid and quiet. “Walk with me?”Isla blinked, heart skipping. “Now? It's dark outside”He nodded once. “The courtyard’s quiet. I thought you might like it.”Priya gave her a subtle thumbs-up beneath the table.Isla rose, smoothing her dress, the pendant in her pocket pulsing gently like a heartbeat. Kael offered his arm, and she took it, her skin tingling where they touched. She felt excited and slightly smug thinking about Rhea's outburst earlier.As they slipped out into the cool night air, Tomas stood too, stretching. “Games room?” he asked a few nearby Clan members. “Pool, maybe cards. Let me win some of my money back?”He turned to Priy

Isla’s POVThe hallway to the dining room stretched like a gallery of forgotten royalty—arched ceilings, flickering sconces, and tapestries that whispered of battles and bloodlines. Isla and Priya walked side by side, their dresses catching the light, perfume trailing behind them like a spell.Clan members passed them with polite nods and warm smiles, but beneath the civility, Isla felt the weight of curiosity. Whispers floated like smoke.“Who are they?”“Outsiders?”“Did Kael bring them himself?”Priya leaned in, whispering, “I feel like we’re being paraded.”Isla gave a soft laugh, but her fingers brushed the pendant in her pocket—the dragon’s eye still warm against her skin.Ahead of them, Ember turned sharply, her voice clear and calm. “They’re Kael’s special guests.”The whispers died instantly.Ember didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need to.Isla glanced at Priya, who raised her brows and mouthed, special, with a grin.They descended the final steps into the dining hall—a vast, can

Isla stepped into Priya’s room, her heart racing like a drumbeat, her lips still tingling with the intoxicating memory of Kael’s kiss. She leaned against the doorframe, her wide eyes shimmering with excitement, her voice low and breathy as if she were sharing a secret.“He kissed me.”Priya spun around from the antique mirror, disbelief etching her features, her mouth falling open in astonishment. “Wait—what?”Isla nodded, breath catching in her throat, the thrill of the moment coursing through her veins. “Properly. Like… I felt it in my spine. In my stomach. Everywhere.”Priya let out an exuberant squeal, her hands gripping Isla’s with electric energy. “Okay, that’s it. You’re getting dressed up. No arguments.”Laughter spilled between them, a harmonious sound that melted the stress of the day into something softer, something shared. Together, they rummaged through their dresses, selecting pieces that were both pretty and casual—light, flowing fabrics that skimmed their curves and da

The knock at the door reverberated through the air, quickly followed by a symphony of voices and the soft shuffle of boots striking against the polished stone floor. Tomas made his entrance first, arms laden with an assortment of carefully packed bags, followed closely by Seren, Rhea, and Dren. A glint of excitement sparked in Ember’s eyes as she caught sight of the cat carrier nestled among their belongings.Crouching low, she leaned in, her voice a gentle caress of delight. “Well, hello there. Who’s this little queen?”Priya stepped forward, her grin wide and warm. “That’s Miso. She’s loud, dramatic, and believes she owns me.”Ember laughed, extending a hand adorned with a sprinkle of curiosity. Miso blinked once, then, with an air of regal disdain, emerged from the confines of the carrier, only to approach Ember, rubbing against her leg with a low, soothing purr.“She likes you,” Tomas remarked, his tone laced with surprise.Ember smiled, scratching behind Miso’s ears with tender c

The east wing unfolded like a vivid dream, its arched doorways leading to a realm of elegance. Polished wood floors gleamed under the soft golden glow of antique sconces, casting a warm, inviting light that enveloped everything in a gentle embrace. Chloe led the way down a corridor lined with intricately carved panels and rich velvet drapes that rustled softly with each gust of air, each step echoing with an air of quiet sophistication.As Priya stepped into her room, a gasp escaped her lips, “Oh my god,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with wonder as she slowly spun in a full circle, taking in every exquisite detail. The space was nothing short of magical walls painted in soft jewel tones of emerald and amethyst exuded an otherworldly charm, while a grand four-poster bed stood regally at the centre, draped in delicate, ethereal fabric that fluttered gently with the movement of air. Shelves overflowed with an array of luxurious perfumes, glistening jewellery, and shoes that caught

The SUV rumbled to a halt in front of the Clan House as dusk descended, shrouding the surroundings in an ethereal twilight that melded the fading golden hues of day into shadowy obscurity. The structure loomed before them—a breathtaking blend of ancient stone and weathered wood, exuding an aura rich with history as if the very walls breathed with the passage of time. Vines twisted gracefully across intricately carved runes, murmuring secrets to those brave enough to listen, while soft, flickering lights shimmered beneath the eaves, casting a warm, inviting glow that seemed to beckon them forward like an old friend.Isla stepped out slowly, her senses awakening to the cool evening breeze that caressed her skin. Beside her, Priya stood, both women absorbing the grandeur of the scene before them, a sense of awe intermingled with a tinge of apprehension.“It’s beautiful,” Priya whispered, her voice barely rising above the soft rustle of leaves, an edge of wonder tinging her words. “But it