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
"Gemma's father?" I asked, shocked. Gemma had never known her father, only that he had been from the Isles. He had died before she was born, from what Seraphine had told her. Oh, Gemma, I thought, my stomach knotting with grief. I missed her. I even missed Ernest. All of this felt so unfair, and so
Mom seemed to be enjoying the company, however. She was happier than I'd seen her in years. She loved the cousins and had been doting on Gemma, who seemed to be doubling in size by the day."Where's Ernest?" I asked, looking over at Talon."Last I saw, he was in the village with Gemma; she saw the m
They never came back."Seraphine? Is she—" I tried to remember what Seraphine might have been wearing, but they had dressed in a similar fashion for the journey. It was damn near impossible to tell them apart."Two are missing. I'm not sure," Dad said briskly, tossing an empty backpack out of the ca
Rowan-ValoriaBoy, did things unravel.We hadn't been able to sleep for long before Damian's warriors found us again. Dad led us deeper into the forest, crossing the river and attempting to back track towards Mirage, but it was too late. The forest was full of wolves. We were two against an impossib







