Mag-log inI 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
I laughed, feeling sheepish. "I just..." "So there's something else going on?" "I should have asked before... I'm not sure who else to ask... Esme's been pretty clear that it's not really her realm of expertise." "Witch questions, cool. Shoot." "It's about the prognosis," I stammered, then p
Grace It was definitely Charles, beard and all. He was in his Enforcer gear. My heart lurched. Had he been in the building during the attack? My gaze drifted over the all black armor. He dismounted in one fluid motion, the concern etched on his face. "Grace," he breathed, his voice laced with re
Charles I held up a hand, silencing him with a gesture. "Your daughter stands accused of treason, adultery, and a no number of other crimes. Be grateful I have not simply executed her." Tessa's jaw dropped, a gasp escaping her lips. Her gaze flicked back to me, pleading, but I wasn't moved..
Grace I got to my room and found Charles there, already dressed for bed. The rest of the house had retired. He beckoned me across the room. I climbed into bed. "So?" I asked, gesturing vaguely towards the doorway. "The pendant, the tears?" Charles offered me a gentle smile, a hint of amusement







