LOGINZen's second specialty: Getting Dinah flustered For those of you thinking Dinah's reactions are over the top to the tiniest things, please imagine never having a boyfriend before, nor any guy friend for at least the last 3 years, plus being unused to any form of physical touch. Also, the guy you're currently around all the time is very good looking. Don't be hard on our girl! I hope you guys liked the chapter even if it was short!
I barely manage to find a waste bucket before everything I had for breakfast retches out. My throat burns. My vision is blurry. I dry heave every single thing in my stomach, warmth seeps out of the corners of my eyes. I can’t breathe. The smell of blood is everywhere. I sit there, holding the edges
The smell of rotting flesh is disgusting. Its muscle memory to pull the gloves over my hands, pick a scalpel off the medical tray. The body on the metal table in front of me has no head. ‘You have to take a sample of flesh, a sample of blood and take a look at the internal organs.’ Aunt Cynthia’s
How adorable. Apparently, I’m the only one who thinks so, since when I turn back around, everyone from the fourth prince and the first order to passing strangers and our coachman is looking on in disbelief. Is it so difficult to imagine Zen would get along with children? “Don’t leave your mouth ha
“My Lady, am I mistaken or is the fourth prince avoiding me?” I look up from knotting the satchel to my belt to face Zen. There’s a slight furrow in his brows, and he looks at Lukas, standing far, far from us and talking with the first order soldiers. The fourth prince has indeed, been avoiding Ze
I need to move. But even as I think that, I cant bring myself to move. He’s holding me too firmly, I think, entirely reasonable. I won’t be able to slip away like this. Even the most critical part of me can’t find that to be entirely an excuse. After last night, I doubt there’s anyone who would lik
I wake up to the sound of a door knock. My sleep hazed brain registers the sound, recognizes it, and promptly ignores it in favor of cuddling into the warmth of my bed once more. I don’t want to wake up just yet, since last night I fell asleep so late— Last night? My eyes open, blurry with sleep,
“Talking to Francis about your contract.” He grins “You one day career as a courtesan was a huge hit.” “Lucky me.” I roll my eyes “So this means it’s not the church doing this, but some cult. If it’s about some kind of drug, does that mean it’s not a curse?” “The festival is in two days.” Zen says
I hope he can’t hear my heartbeat, “Meet who, young lord?” “My soulmate.” He mutters “It should be soon. The prophet said so.” Holy shit. The House of moon isn’t an extension of the church. It’s a whole ass cult! I gasp, “A real prophet, young lord?” He stops then. For a moment, I think we lost
So if the lullaby sounds more sad than peaceful, well, I can’t do much about that. “What’s your name?” I snap out of my thoughts and the words halt on my tongue. The room comes in view once more, and with it, the person sitting across from me. Orion is looking back at me with unblinking silver ey
“It’s just, how can someone be so beautiful?” In the carriage headed to one Mr. Orion Dolmen, Andrea, Lukas and I sit. I’ve been hearing praises for the last half an hour. Lukas runs a hand through his hair, looking at a hand mirror. “I mean really, it’s it too much to look so handsome even in a







