LOGINI frowned as I turned to see Grayson walking towards us, his expression dark and thunderous.He stopped a few inches before me, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle ticking."Let's go inside, Eva," he said, his voice low and controlled in a way that made my skin prickle.I raised a brow. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are to order me around?"Grayson pinned me with a hard glare, his gray eyes flashing with something dangerous. "I don't want my patience to be tested. Get inside. Right fucking now."I opened my mouth to protest, fury rising in my chest—But before I could get a single word out, he bent down, hurled me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and started marching toward the cabin."Put me down!" I screamed, pounding my fists against his back. "You psychotic asshole! Put me the fuck down right now!"He didn't respond. Didn't slow down. Just kept walking with determined strides while I cursed and struggled against his grip.Behind us, I heard Sylvester's unc
SebastianDamien had exactly three facial expressions.The first was his default setting: a studied blankness that had convinced dozens of dangerous men over the years that he was either bored or stupid, which was useful because he was neither. The second was the micro-expression he made when he was genuinely amused but refused to show it—a slight tightening around his eyes, barely perceptible, gone before most people could register it. The third was the look he was currently wearing as he sat in the back of my car watching me adjust my collar in the rearview mirror for the second time in four minutes.That third expression could best be described as delighted."Stop," I said."I didn't say anything.""You're thinking very loudly."He turned to look out the window, and I caught the slight tightening around his eyes in his reflection. "I'm simply observing that I've worked for you for eight years and I have never once seen you check your collar. You don't own a mirror in this car. I as
SebastianDamien had exactly three facial expressions.The first was his default setting: a studied blankness that had convinced dozens of dangerous men over the years that he was either bored or stupid, which was useful because he was neither. The second was the micro-expression he made when he was genuinely amused but refused to show it—a slight tightening around his eyes, barely perceptible, gone before most people could register it. The third was the look he was currently wearing as he sat in the back of my car watching me adjust my collar in the rearview mirror for the second time in four minutes.That third expression could best be described as delighted."Stop," I said."I didn't say anything.""You're thinking very loudly."He turned to look out the window, and I caught the slight tightening around his eyes in his reflection. "I'm simply observing that I've worked for you for eight years and I have never once seen you check your collar. You don't own a mirror in this car. I as
SebastianDamien had exactly three facial expressions.The first was his default setting: a studied blankness that had convinced dozens of dangerous men over the years that he was either bored or stupid, which was useful because he was neither. The second was the micro-expression he made when he was genuinely amused but refused to show it—a slight tightening around his eyes, barely perceptible, gone before most people could register it. The third was the look he was currently wearing as he sat in the back of my car watching me adjust my collar in the rearview mirror for the second time in four minutes.That third expression could best be described as delighted."Stop," I said."I didn't say anything.""You're thinking very loudly."He turned to look out the window, and I caught the slight tightening around his eyes in his reflection. "I'm simply observing that I've worked for you for eight years and I have never once seen you check your collar. You don't own a mirror in this car. I as
|| Evelyn ||The dress was a problem.Not because it was wrong--it was extraordinary, deep burgundy silk that moved like water, fitted through the waist and flaring slightly below the knee, with a neckline that was just low enough to be interesting without being anything Marcus would have called inappropriate. Sebastian had excellent taste, which was also a problem, because every time I looked in the mirror and saw myself in something he'd chosen, I felt something I didn't have language for yet.The ring was a bigger problem.It fit perfectly, which wasn't surprising given that he was apparently thorough about everything, but it felt different on my hand than any ring had any right to feel. My wedding ring from Marcus had always sat slightly wrong, like my hand knew it didn't belong there. This one felt like it had always been there. Like removing it would leave a mark.I told myself it was temporary. Performance jewelry. I would give it back Sunday.I almost believed it.Sebastian ar
|| Evelyn ||The dress was a problem.Not because it was wrong--it was extraordinary, deep burgundy silk that moved like water, fitted through the waist and flaring slightly below the knee, with a neckline that was just low enough to be interesting without being anything Marcus would have called inappropriate. Sebastian had excellent taste, which was also a problem, because every time I looked in the mirror and saw myself in something he'd chosen, I felt something I didn't have language for yet.The ring was a bigger problem.It fit perfectly, which wasn't surprising given that he was apparently thorough about everything, but it felt different on my hand than any ring had any right to feel. My wedding ring from Marcus had always sat slightly wrong, like my hand knew it didn't belong there. This one felt like it had always been there. Like removing it would leave a mark.I told myself it was temporary. Performance jewelry. I would give it back Sunday.I almost believed it.Sebastian ar
|| Sebastian ||Damien had exactly three facial expressions.The first was his default setting: a studied blankness that had convinced dozens of dangerous men over the years that he was either bored or stupid, which was useful because he was neither. The second was the micro-expression he made when
|| Evelyn ||He was infuriating in the kitchen.Not in an aggressive way. Not loud or demanding or dismissive the way Marcus had always been in shared spaces, the way he'd made every room feel slightly smaller just by being in it. Sebastian Creed was infuriating in a completely different way--calm,
|| Evelyn ||He was infuriating in the kitchen.Not in an aggressive way. Not loud or demanding or dismissive the way Marcus had always been in shared spaces, the way he'd made every room feel slightly smaller just by being in it. Sebastian Creed was infuriating in a completely different way--calm,
|| Sebastian ||I didn't sleep.I lay flat on my back staring at the ceiling with my hands folded on my chest like a man in a coffin, listening to the silence of the house and feeling my wolf pace circles inside my chest, restless and agitated and desperately fixated on the woman sleeping seventy f







