“Since I was old enough to hold a hammer,” Zane replied. “Dad taught me everything I know. Said it was important to be self-sufficient, especially after…”He trailed off, but I could fill in the blanks. After Silvermist fell to ruin. After my mother died. After my evil fucking father had his way wit
Bianca“So,” I said, handing Isaac a hammer, “what handy skills does the spoiled prince even have? Can you hammer a nail without smashing your thumb?”Isaac took the hammer and weighed it in his hand as if he couldn’t quite figure out what to do with it. “I’ll have you know, Princess, that I have ma
I nodded, and Isaac helped me up into the co-pilot’s seat. “There you go, Princess,” he said, and I wondered if he noticed the way my cheeks turned pink at that word. I couldn’t hear anyone say it now without thinking about our night, and when he said it, I felt like I’d burst apart at the seams.We
BiancaI woke to the feeling of strong arms around me and my back pressed against a warm, solid chest. For a moment, I was confused, my sleep-addled brain wondering what the hell had happened.And then it all came flooding back. Isaac. The wedding. The kisses. And everything that followed.My cheeks
“Come,” he commanded. “Come for your prince, Bianca.”And I did just that. My back arched off of the bed from the force of it, and when I went to cover my mouth with my hand, Isaac wrenched it away. My moans echoed through the room, bounced off the walls, the ceiling. I swore they even made the chan
BiancaIsaac picked me up, his mouth locked with mine, and carried me to the bed. He laid me down with the utmost care, then propped himself over me, pulling back just enough to drink me in with his eyes.“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” he whispered. “Sometimes I don’t think you know it, B