Mag-log inThe 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
"And my daughters," Eugene cut in, sipping from his wine. He had already sent his son Aaron back to the west to spend some time in Breles before they were both set to return to Red Lakes."Not a good idea, in my humble opinion," Keaton interjected, looking around the circle. "That's exactly what Tas
Maeve"And they really didn't talk about Tasia at all?" Myla moved about the room, glancing at her reflection in the mirror as she examined her hair. It had been styled in long, thin braids that touched her waist and had been woven with strips of turquoise silk. They had been fashioned in an intrica
"I am a father now. I cannot allow another generation of innocents to grow up packless to a dim future. I cannot sit back knowing the people of the Isles are living without support. I did not want to be Alpha. I was not raised as royalty. I don't have the connections of those my age who have been bo
He wore a very smart sea-green velvet jacket over his starch white poet shirt, and his skin-tight trousers were tucked into boots polished to such a gleam I imagined a person could see their reflection clearly in the leather. Every single finger had a ring on them, and he wore a hoop earring in one







