ログインSylvia's POVI remembered Ridgehaven from my previous life. Ridgehaven as it would become after its development, that is: the bustling centre of the city, clean and shining with its new-build architecture, wide footpaths, and efficient public transit. All the best shops, hottest venues, and fanciest
Sylvia's POVThree days later, Azrael arrived for me in a sleek, high-end car.I’d spent the time preparing for our trip, getting all of our development proposal documents in order and arranging the priority list for our inspection. I had several files ready for us to review on the drive to Ridgehav
Sylvia's POVDamian regarded me for a long moment. Then his face broke into a wide, self-satisfied smile. Complacent.He infused his voice with oozy affection. “Well…I suppose if it’s this important to you, I can be all right with it. I know how excited you are about your project.”It was all too cl
Sylvia's POV“Why is Azrael Nightwhisper calling you?” Damian demanded jealously. He said his half-brother’s name with even more venom than usual. Not surprising, given the (completely true) accusations Azrael had levelled at him yesterday at Maison Éclat.I stifled the urge to roll my eyes. Instead
Sylvia's POVShivers ran down my skin, despite the warmth coming from Azrael’s body. Maybe because of it.I fought for breath. “Then – then what reward do you want?”“I think you know.” His hand was at the small of my back. I realised my hands were looped around his shoulders, as if we were dancing.
His eyes were like chips of ice. “Or do you plan on giving Damien this kind of soft-hearted second chance, too?”I narrowed my eyes at him, forcing myself to stand steady. One of Azrael’s hands had come up to linger possessively just behind my arm. Not quite brushing against my skin. But the intent
Sylvia's POV"Maybe I should send him to the hospital? Or just buy him some medication for erectile dysfunction..." I said.Jessica's eyes flicked to the side once. Some small movement under the gold loop of her earring made her blink. She pulled herself together and once again put on a slightly for
Sylvia's POVBut the more I watched her, the more it added up. The forced smile. The pointed questions. The earring that looked more like hardware than jewelry.My best friend from college was asking me the exact questions someone would ask if they'd been sent to gather intelligence. The nostalgia,
Sylvia's POVThe next morning, I drove to the capital's fashion district and found Maison Éclat on Fifth Avenue.The storefront was all black marble and gold lettering. A doorman in a charcoal suit held the glass door open. Inside, the air smelled like jasmine and new leather. Velvet seating lined t
Sylvia's POVDamian's jaw worked. A vein ticked at his temple. But the cameras were still trained on all three of us, and every gossip outlet in the werewolf world was about to loop this footage for the next twenty-four hours.He forced a smile. "Of course. Sylvia can represent Moonriver. I trust he







