LOGIN“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
MAEVE HAWTHORN. We settled in nicely and by the time we were— I was— done unpacking, it was already evening and Enzo insisted that he was going to do the cooking. I watched as he stood in the kitchen shirtless, chopping vegetables with terrifying precision, muscles flexing as he moved while I sat
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. I hated myself for leaving her alone, for walking past her like it was nothing, for underestimating the intensity of our bond and how much it affected her. My legs felt heavy even though Octavia felt like paper in my arms, I hated how much pain I was bringing to her and the fact
She was drawing her strength from me, the more her human parts came into view, the more I felt a force getting pulled out of me, threatening to ruin me but I’ve faced worse. Her fur receded in a slow, torturous ripple, revealing pale, delicate skin beneath, her clothes torn to shreds and fingers di
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. My mind was barely on the road, I’d intended to go take someone out on my own, without my men, by myself but I could barely think about it. Everything ended the moment I got there. Too weak. Way too weak to satisfy the burning rage inside of me and on my way back to the house, I







