*Kieran*“Wh-what?” my father stammars as he stares at me standing in front of his desk, holding Nessa’s hand in mine. “Nessa is your… mate?” His face is ashen, his jaw slack, and in his eyes I see the disdain I feel in my heart–along with a great deal of uncertainty.I, too, know how that feels. Another shudder goes down my spine at the thought of what happened last night, but I can’t let my father see that. He has to think I’m happy about this. I cannot, under any circumstances, let Nessa have a reason to tell anyone what she stumbled upon.Or was she stalking me?“Well…” Mother, who is standing behind Father’s chair, one hand on his shoulder, clears her throat and makes a little face like she’s swallowing down her own vomit. “Isn’t that… lovely.” She doesn’t mean a word of it, I know. Nessa is the most annoying girl any of us has ever met. Even more annoying than my fucking sister.Oh, Goddess. I’d better stop using those two words in the same sentence!“Have you told your father
*Blanca*I awake sometime in the middle of the night. When I first got back to my room, I took a long shower and scrubbed my flesh raw. Then, I got dressed in as many layers as I could and fell into bed, exhausted. My mind had gone crazy, even in my dreams, trying to sort out everything that had happened.I’d lied to my parents.Father asked me if I’d found my mate, and I’d said no. Even as I’d spoken the words, the mark Kieran had left in my flesh began to throb. My wolf, my soul, seemed to want to claim him, even though it made absolutely no sense.Curled up on my bed, I stare out the window, trying to ascertain what time it is. Judging by the placement of the stars, I guess it’s around 2:00 in the morning, which means I essentially slept for sixteen hours. I don’t want to get out of bed. I just want to go back to sleep and will this all away.None of it makes sense to me, and lying here isn’t going to fix that. I have to figure out how this happened.When I consider who might be ab
*Kieran*The library smells like binding glue and old paper. I have no idea why anyone would ever want to spend more than a few moments here. When I was younger, our governess used to herd all of us in here–Anwen, Candace, Finn, Ingrid, and me. We’d sit next to her and listen to her read from storybooks. Every once in a while, I’d see two big black eyes staring at us from the doorway. Why Blanca was so keen to join us, I never could figure out. It was just a damn book, nothing to get excited about.As I approach the section of the library designated for books about magic and wizardry, it occurs to me for the first time that it probably wasn’t the book Blanca was so interested in. I swear under my breath. How am I so stupid? Of course, she likes books. I know that. She has a dozen of them in her room, the ones Mother will allow. But she didn’t want to listen to the story.She wanted to be included.She wanted to be part of the family.I let out a breath and pull out the first book that
*Blanca*“And if you leave this room without my permission one more time,” Mother says as she stands next to her henchman, Ardesia, “you can rest assured I will break your legs so that you cannot leave again.”The lash hits my upper thighs, my back, my bottom as I stare at the wall above my bed, trying not to cry. The last thing I need is to break down and let her know how badly she’s hurting me.It’s not the lash so much, although it does sting. But this isn’t the same kind of whip they use in the dungeon–the kind they use on Mr. Blake. This one is leather, but it doesn’t have anything like bits of glass or metal on the end. Nevertheless, after twenty-five lashes, it breaks my skin. I know I’ll have welts and scrapes for the next several weeks.I keep my eyes focused on the wall as it continues, my arms folded over my breasts. She allows me to wear my bra and underwear while I’m being whipped, but if my arm wasn’t over my breast right now, she’d see the place where Kieran marked me.
*Kieran*The blood splattered all across the stone wall and floor is fresh. The birds continue to caw at me, and it feels as if they are scratching the inside of my brain. I want to yell at them to get the fuck out of here, but I also don’t want to anger them.Besides, I need to know what the hell happened to Blake.I storm off toward the guards’ station where the same fat fucker is sitting picking at his teeth that I passed when I came down. “Where the hell is Blake?” I demand. “Did you assholes kill him?”He looks up at me, his face completely blank as if he doesn’t speak the same language as me. “Wh-who?”“Who–Your Highness!” I correct him. “Blake, you imbecile. The old guy with the dark hair. The one with the fucking birds!”“Oh, him. Crowman. That’s what we call him down here. Crowman. Because of all the birds.”I reach down and grab him by the neck, my hand wrapping all the way around the circumference so that my fingers nearly meet my thumb. “Where the fuck is he?”“He’s… in th
*Blanca*“I need to get out of here.”It’s the only thought I can allow to enter my mind. It’s the same thought that has kept me going ever since I was old enough to understand that I am not like the others. I need to get the hell out of here and never look back.I’m sitting on my bed with my legs pulled up to my chest, thinking about where I would go. The door is locked from the outside again, but I have the key the mice stole for me hidden away in one of the mouse holes. I can get out.But once I do… where do I go?I hear my door knob rattle, and it startles me. “Blanca, open this fucking door!” My brother’s voice booms, and my breath catches in my that.“I… can’t,” I stammer, leaping off the bed and approaching the barrier. “It’s locked from the outside.”“What?” Kieran swears under his breath and rattles the door knob again–harder this time. “Who the hell locked you in your room?”“Mother,” I tell him. I don’t say more. He will either talk to me through the door or find someone to
*Kieran*I march down the hallway away from Blanca’s room, wondering what possessed me to go in there in the first place. I should’ve known better. Even that close to her, my mark still ached. As long as two mates who had marked each other continued to fight against the Moon Goddess’s plans, that would always be the case. But what the fuck else am I supposed to do? The alternative isn’t even an option.I’m almost to my room when I hear a voice behind me and freeze. “Hello Kieran Weiran!”I grit my teeth, bite back a sigh, and slowly turn around to see Nessa standing in the hallway wearing a bright pink ball gown. It’s the shade of bubble gum and looks hideous. What the fuck is she doing? Is that what she spent my money on?“Hello… mate,” I manage to spit out. “I see you’ve done some shopping.”“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” She does a full twirl, and the skirts swing out so far, I’m afraid she might knock over a statue sitting on a pillar not far away. Luckily, the bust is just grazed.“I
*Blanca*“It’s okay, Little Raven. I’m okay.”Mr. Blake’s voice sounds in my head, and I freeze, afraid to breathe. This isn’t just like when a person thinks they hear someone’s voice because it’s so familiar to them. No, this is completely different. It’s as if I’m on the phone–something I’m never allowed to use–and I can actually hear Mr. Blake’s voice, and he’s talking directly to me.“Wh-who? Who is talking to me please?” I say aloud as I also think the stuttering mess of a sentence.“It’s me, Blake. I can hear you, Little Raven. You’re mind-linking.”Shock ripples through me as I gasp and hold a hand over my trembling lips. “Moon Goddess,” I murmur. The mind-link? But that’s not possible. I’ve never had the mind-link before, not even with my own family members. It’s not possible. There’s just no way that Mr. Blake can hear what I’m thinking.“Little Raven, have you given any more thought to what I said to you the other night? About all of the strange happenings that you and the C