MasukThe entire family had gathered in the dining room and was chatting amiably over a very impressive spread that had been laid out by the kitchen–two prime rib roasts, a honeyed ham, and three roast ducks were the centerpieces of the table, all of which were being enjoyed liberally by everyone.George
RowanMom ran her fingers across Selene's head, admiring her fine white hair. She looked every ounce the doting grandmother instead of a ball of uncertainty, like Maeve. Maeve was pacing back and forth near the fall wall of my bedroom, her arms folded across her chest and her head bent as she tried
Kacidra joined in the conversation. "Maeve is right, Rowan. We need to know what's happening with you and Hanna, or else we'll never be able to help."Rosalie's voice was calm and supportive as she asked, "Is it Hanna that's troubling you, son? Is she doing all right?My first instinct was to tell t
Gemma and Ernest had flown down with my parents and their son George, who was just two months older than Maeve's sons.A moment later, the library door opened and more of our family members poured in, as if they were fully aware of the thoughts I'd just had and I'd summoned them. I pushed aside my n
RowanThe castle was abuzz with its usual day-to-day activities. Servants and maids passed me in the hallway carrying baskets of laundry and trays of tea. I could hear the clattering of cookware as I left my office and walked toward the grand staircase off the foyer, seeing the door to the servants'
"Who? What happens?""There's so much more out there," Mara said dreamily. "So, so much more.""Maeve!" Troy called from down the beach.I turned to look at him, and when I turned back to Mara, she had taken off. "Wait!" I called after her, but she had already made it out of earshot, her footsteps l
TroyWell, I was still alive.I hadn't been sure what to expect when we finally reached Maeve's homeland, but I thought Maeve would have been more at peace.Instead, I watched her crumble at the edge of her parents' bed, the moonstones in her hands, realizing the act of bringing them together hadn't
"I won't force anyone to pledge their loyalty. I won't be collecting tribute. I'll just be there; that's what's important. And Keaton, look, I need you there too.""Where?"I drew in my breath, unsure if I wanted to hear his answer. "I want you to live in Avondale, with us. As my Beta.""No," Keaton
Ethan flexed his jaw, considering Ernest's words but he did not respond. He glanced over at Rowan, who was standing like a statue next to me, his eyes focused on the windows and the snow falling outside."The title is Rowan's birthright." Talon pulled one of the chairs from the table and sat down, c
"Queen Rosalie." I turned to her, unable to hide the pain behind my eyes. She nodded, clutching Ethan's arm for support. "You need to help her. We need your blood—""I lost my powers, Troy. I c–can't!" She was desperate, her eyes spilling over with hot, angry tears. Ethan opened his mouth to speak,







