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 think I should go to bed now," I said, not likely the look that had passed between Troy and Cleo. A wave of fury washed over for no reason, my mood changing abruptly."I'll join you in a—""No," I said to Troy, the word coming out harsh and slightly cold. I cleared my throat, mumbling an apology
"The guest room is ready for you two upstairs," I whispered, smiling at her. Kacidra was a sweet girl, I liked her a lot. I was only slightly disappointed that she hadn't been Rowan's mate, but I couldn't be too upset. Hanna was a nice girl as well, just… strange. I'd get to the bottom of it eventua
I had heard the story of Rosalie and her great, unfathomable power. But our generation, the ones born after the war's end, saw it as a myth, a legend. Something told with great vigor around a camp fire.But the knowing look in Tasia's eyes told me otherwise. "And us? Those born of the coward, Lycaon
KeatonRobbie hoisted me up onto the Persephone, and my eyes immediately scanned the damage on the deck."F*ck," I said shortly, looking at the masts that had been snapped, the shredded sails, and the piles of debris covered in seaweed.I looked back over the railing at the sandbar where the Perseph







