“The guards outside. Do you know their names?”A nagging feeling settled in the pit of my gut. If this Gregory Dixon had been brought in as a spy, then he wouldn’t take kindly to having been reassigned. Usually in that instance the spy lost their composure and made some last-ditch assassination atte
AnastasiaDamon rarely let anything show, which was an anomaly considering how volatile his magic was.“They aren’t using outside sources,” his voice was a low rumble like the shifting of volcanic rock. Spearing me with his golden eyes, eyes that glowed more molten than Caius’s, he honed his rage in
Three weeks later and I fled, my temporary home nothing more than an inferno of Vladimir’s rage, cracking and roaring behind me.But it wasn’t just Vladimir I’d angered these years on the run.It was his inner circle.Four faces I had obliterated from my memory out of the child-like fear I’d once he
I risked a glance at him, but his expression was unreadable. No anger or reprimand, only that subtle thread lingering in his tone.“I thought you’d be angrier,” I admitted. “I know I should’ve told you right when it happened.”Caius looked at me fully now, pinning me beneath the weight of his golden
AnastasiaAfter careful deliberation Caius and I decided to agree to Vladimir’s request to meet, but not until after Christmas. We tossed back and forth the idea of prolonging it until New Years concluded, but I simply couldn’t wait that long.Knight thought agreeing to meet was ridiculous. What he
A brief burst of joy hit me. I fucking did it!Beads of sweat broke out along my forehead as I steered us back inside the nail salon, avoiding the guards and technicians. Noticing my absence, one had moved towards the back and was peeking his head out the door.“Eyes still closed?” I asked as I nudg