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
"Just listen to her for now," Charles said. "It's important for you to know." He squeezed my hand. "Things are... going to be different now." I didn't want to listen, but Esme told me about the Stormclaw curse and blessing. I couldn't believe it. "And so what?" I croaked. "So I'm no longer hal
Charles Eason didn't speak. He didn't even seem to answer. My mind reeled. What could I do? If he was still so deep in trance, even after what he'd done to Grace, what would it take for him to exhaust himself enough that he would come out of it enough? And what exactly had he done to her?
Grace A few days had passed, and a subtle shift had settled over me. The raw despair had softened, replaced by a quiet determination. My movements held a newfound purpose, and resolve filled me. The curse was still a heavy weight at the back of my mind. Every time I woke up groggy and unrested, ev
Grace I woke up hours later and groaned. I still had so many other people to call. There was a meal beside me and Charles' jacket over me with a note. I expected you home tonight. You need rest. Steak and potatoes. Love you. I smiled and grabbed the meal and my phone to head down to the lab. M







