LOGINI thought about that for a moment, letting Sebastian’s words sink in. Gideon kicked down the bathroom door to get to me, sensing my need through the bond.It wasn’t that it surprised me, exactly. In fact, it didn’t surprise me at all.That was the hard part. Knowing that, even when I was drugged and
Avery’s POVThe smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils. I heard machines beeping around me, and fluorescent lights flickering faintly behind my eyelids.For a moment, I thought I was in hell, or some kind of purgatory.I always hated hospitals. They were too loud, too sterile, too chaotic. My wolf c
Avery’s POVMy head was spinning more than it should have been.I realized that now, as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.This was more than a glass of wine and a single strong cocktail. My face was swimming in front of me, like there were two of me staring back from the mirror. The
I tried to tell myself that it was unhealthy. That even if Gideon wanted me, he was still with Fiona, an eighteen year old girl. I couldn’t look past that.“Here you go.” The bartender handed me my drink, snapping me from my reverie. “Please enjoy it.”“Thank you.” I took a sip. It was the perfect a
Avery’s POVMy mouth dropped open at Fiona’s words.A “fresh divorcee from the human lands”? I would “find someone who actually wanted to stay with me for once?”When I first met Fiona, I’d thought she was just an unfortunate puppet of the men in her life. Now, I was starting to change my mind on th
“And because you were surrounded by humans, no one could replace the mark,” Sebastian added.“Something like that.”That was the easier explanation, anyway.Truthfully, there were plenty of werewolf men in the human lands who tried to get close to me over the years. This wasn’t the first conversatio
Avery’s POV The pack library bore some similarities to the records room in the basement. Both were packed to the brim with information. Whereas the records room had boxes of files, the library had more bound books, but both boasted a copious amount of dust. I mused that one might be able to tell
Gideon’s POV I had asked her for trust. I had come to accept her apology. And I had seen the silhouette of her embracing her lover through the curtains. Cold fury settled into my bones as I sprinted up the last of the path and burst into the room. She was alone, now. Her lover must have fled
I didn’t have an immediate answer, so I just indicated for her to follow me out into the garden once more. I handed her a hoe and led her over to where the diseased plants were. “These plants are sick, so we need to pull them up and burn them.” I instructed, handing her a pair of gloves and puttin
“Who told you that the angelica flowers were traditional?” Gideon asked, voice flat. I hesitated. I knew who it had been, but I didn’t want to implicate her. It had been Madelyn who had given me the info and allayed my suspicions when I’d found the unusual flowers. From our conversation the ot







