Mag-log in“Yes, it is really gorgeous.” I responded, doing nothing to wipe the smile off my face because I knew that it was going to come back anyway. Octavia smiled as she kept her gaze on the setting sun. And while the view was really beautiful, I had no business with the view, she was the one who made it
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. Settling into the place took longer than I initially thought it was going to, but I enjoyed every moment of hauling the bags and unloading it, and there was also something about the way Octavia stared at me that made me feel as though I was really doing something right. Smiling,
“So?” The sound of Aidan’s voice made me realize that I hadn’t said anything yet, and I wanted to, but I had no idea what to say, the view of the building itself had knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how the view from the house itself would be; my goodness, it would be
OCTAVIA ADLER. The ride in the car went on for a while too long, and by the time the car finally came to a halt, I was yawning. Aidan was still holding my hand as if I was scared or something, but I didn’t mind. He squeezed my hand softly as he helped me out of the car, and after taking about thre
That bastard. “You should relax now, we have about forty-five minutes left until we land, and I want you to use that to get enough rest in.” He said as he started getting up. My lips parted. “I don’t need to—” “I’ll see you soon.” My mouth closed just as quickly as they’d open, and I couldn’t fin
OCTAVIA ADLER. The butterflies in my stomach knew no bounds as Aidan pulled me closer to him, and I breathed him in, reminding myself time and time again that I wasn’t alone in this. I didn’t need to, but I kept reminding myself that Aidan wasn’t the kind of man that would be a deadbeat, and once
That smirk, the smile and the laughter that would have tore out of him if my grip around his throat hadn’t tightened so hard— the sheer gall of everything— set an unquenchable fire to the rage burning inside me. My claws dug into his skin, threatening to pull his tissues out, and the sheer urge to
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. The silence in the basement was haunting, so haunting that neither of us was breathing and even as I closed the gap between Lucien and I, I’d expected him to cower a bit but who was I kidding. I trained him. I brought him up and honed his skills to become so sharp that only he c
“LUCIEN!” I sneered, my energy slamming into him and the dead body like a tidal wave meant to crush. The light above flickered as dust rattled from the beams. And yet, Lucien stood there, bracing himself, his lips curling into a sneer as though my power meant nothing to him, as if he couldn’t be cr
“He knows just the right things, hell, he knows the amount of organizations coming after you! He knows the amount of packs that have allied to kill you.” His breath was hot, his chest heaving with each one he took. The more he spoke, the more he held his head high before me, the angrier I became an







