LOGINThe 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
I considered her response as we walked up the steps to the temple and entered the sanctuary.***The High Priestess's name was Grace, which I found rather ironic. She walked with grace, and talked with grace, but her words were often harsh and sharpened to such an edge I felt as though they could cu
"The king raised a toast to my son in well wishes for his twenty-third year. But that is when I noticed Callum's odd behavior. He was locked in a gaze with the fair Alouette, who looked just as shocked as Callum did. I knew that look, the same I often give my dear wife. Can it truly be that they are
Troy"What the f*ck are you doing here?" I spat, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I locked eyes with Hayden. It had been years since I'd seen his face. He had healed well from the injuries we, the beach rats of Suntra, had given him, but I just see the long scar that ran along his jaw on the
We were outside of the castle grounds now.Duck started to snarl, then backed away from the tree.'Troy!' I howled, willing him to listen. He turned his head toward me, his eyes glistening the moonlight coming through the canopy of dried, yellow leaves above our heads.'What the hell is that?' It wa







