Silence. Maybe she was asleep already. In ten minutes? Or maybe not in her room? But where the fuck was she? My eyes darted to the room at the end of the corridor. Austin’s room was on this floor, Tyler’s was on the third floor, and Catherine and I were on the fourth floor. I shook my head a
JACE. A soft moan reached my ears, and my arms automatically wrapped around the petite female beside me while she snuggled against my neck. Her warm and wet mouth trailed down my skin as she suckled and nibbled it. My hand lowered until I reached the hem of her shirt. I slipped my fingers under th
Tyler grew up believing he could not reject his fated mate — that the Goddess had given his parents a beautiful gift when she forgave them for their mistakes. And that he was not allowed to make the same mistake again of rejecting his mate. He was taught that his fated mate was the only one he was
AMARA. "So what do you say I drive you to school? I’m not as grumpy as Jace. I’m sure we will have fun in the car." Austin asked. I couldn’t help my laughter this time, but I tried to stifle it by covering my mouth with my hand. Austin hadn’t changed at all. Even at almost twenty-one, he would st
"What are you doing?" "I’m hungry," I said as I sat down and began peeling the banana skin. "I want to eat Austin’s banana." He hissed as his forehead creased. "It’s not Austin’s banana. I paid for all food inside the packhouse." He snapped at me. Such a grumpy morning bear. I suppressed my gi
AMARA. The day went by draggingly slowly. And my disappointment just heightened because Jace was nowhere after class hours. I expected him to be there to pick me up, but I guess I had unrealistic expectations. Or he was just busy. Austin and Tyler did say this morning at breakfast that he needed
"Hello, you asked for me?" I smiled at the pretty woman working behind the counter. She nodded her head as she smiled back at me. "How was your day, Amara?" "Just lovely!" I answered in a chirpy voice. No one had to know my day sucked. "Perfect! And I hope this will make it more perfect!" She bea
I began typing again. Amara: Is this some kind of joke? Jace: I was about to ask the same thing. Was this a strategy to make me jealous? I threw the phone at Collete’s bed before grabbing the flowers and tossing them in the trash can. If he was joking, it was a cruel joke. Ping. I let out a de