LOGINThe hallway of the Newton’s mansion is long, arched, and lined with portraits of ancestors who look like they’ve never smiled a day in their lives. I’m practically jogging to keep up with Owen’s long strides, and very out of breath. "Hey, slow down would you?" He ignores me and if anything, incr
The moment we step through the door, Grandmother is on me. She pulls me into a hug that smells faintly of lavender and old paper, but the warmth is immediately punctuated by a sharp poke to my ribs. "You," she says, pulling back to fix me with a squinted gaze that could pierce armor. "You are a lit
I completely pull away this time, ignoring the way she whimpers slightly in her sleep at the loss of heat. I stand up, feeling slightly woozy as the blood rushes to my head. The room tilts for a second before coming into sharp focus. I straighten my rumpled dress shirt, feeling like a mess. I need
The first thing I register is warmth...a soft, radiating heat that definitely doesn’t belong to my high-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. Then there’s the scent. It’s not the sharp, masculine smell of my own room or the faint lingering bourbon on my breath. It’s lilies and... woman...ly. My ey
I don't want to wake Owen. I don't want to have to explain why I'm back in his house when I've already told him that I won't be coming back. I tell my security to stay in the driveway, and I sneak into the house through the side entrance. I move like a shadow through the corridors, heading toward m
"I won't be going back to the house with you tonight," I finally reply, my voice barely a whisper. I can’t explain it, but after Camille’s poison about Newton blood and the way he looked at me when he was tipsy, I feel like I need a barrier. A wall between us. He pauses, his hand on the door hand







