LOGINI nodded. "Don't let me trip." "I'll do my best." With a shared laugh, we headed out the door. Esme was there at the door, hanging back. Gracian stepped away from me and linked arms with her. "We'll see you soon." I nodded and watched them go. We stood in the foyer of the building. From wh
Grace A month later... After the attack, the remaining members retreated into the cabinet to figure out what to do. After all, the other half and the president had been killed in the attack because they attacked Mooncrest. Luckily, Astarte had simply fixed everything, and aside from the aches an
Fire spilled over the doors as we fought our way down the stairs. Something swiped my cheek, but I didn't heed it. We stumbled over the bodies and slipped in the blood. I tried not to think about how many people I'd killed. I didn't want to think about it. "Back up is coming, but we need time, "
Grace I heard dying screams as I ran. The sound of battle echoed down the hallway. I found Astarte holding a group of attackers off at the door of the other stairs. "There was no way off." Astarte snarled. "Your mother's office! Lock the door." "What about--" "Go!" I bit my lip and ran
"A good PR move comes with a splash of fun." Astarted nodded forward. "I believe you should get to your command room, yes?" I nodded and headed upstairs to my father's office, adrenaline pumping through my veins. An attack, contained or not, was a serious threat. The city needed to be locked dow
Grace As we boarded the crowded bus, a knot of unease tightened in my gut. Astarte made a show of being intrigued. She smiled for every photo and seemed genuinely delighted, all the while, she explained her plan. I promised to help you. PR is important. Having me here will get you attention beyo
Let someone else handle the lab. Don’t you have colleagues? My jaw trembled. “I don’t think…” “I have to run the pack. My kids need me. They’re young. I can't do it all," I murmured to myself, the weight of it all pressing down on me. Charles' voice, steady and reassuring, spoke again. "You ne
Grace Charles’ lips were warm and insistent against mine, igniting a fire that had been steadily building between us. The air around us seemed charged with tension and desire, the electric current of attraction drawing us closer with every passing moment. My heart raced in response, the memory of
Charles I was a fucking liar. I had no idea what the hell I was getting into when I started this, but I’d said it, and I had to stand by it. The growing connection I felt towards Grace was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Her presence had woven its way into the fabric of my thoughts, a
She frowned. “You don’t look like a grandpa.” She let out a little giggle. “Grandpas have white hair.” He smirked as she held out her hand. He lifted her hand in the same greeting. Her eyes lit up. “Are you a prince like in the books?” “No,” Charles said. “Though I am a king.” Her jaw open







