I moved like a ghost through the room. Fitting, I thought, since I’d been compared to the ghost of Damon’s first mate since arriving.The hem of my cloak trailed over the rugs, my fingers loosening the ties at my throat without thought. I left it on the chair. Then my boots. Then everything that fel
LilaI only wanted air. Feeling trapped in my rooms under constant guard was wearing on me. I may not have had a strong wolf, but the need to roam was still essential.The corridors near the eastern stairwell were quiet, mostly unused this time of day. The sun slanted through narrow windows, gilding
And I couldn’t disturb whatever peace and rest she had found.Not tonight.I turned away, one hand lingering briefly on the doorframe.Coward, Zane growled low in my mind. There was no anger to it. But I said nothing in response, because he wasn’t wrong.My thoughts were too busy to let me rest, and
DamonJackson was already waiting for me in the back corner of the restricted wing, lantern burning low beside a pile of neatly stacked volumes.He was so focused that he didn’t notice as I approached, not until I stopped at the table and said quietly, “What did you find?”“You’ll want to see this,”
DamonThe wax seal was already cracked when Ronan handed me the letter. Whoever delivered it had wanted to make a point: we’re already inside your Court.I read the contents twice. I understood it the first time, but I didn’t want to believe what I was reading.It was a formal challenge. Signed in b
The door shut behind me with a dull thud. A single lantern hung crooked on a post outside, its flame guttering against the wind.I moved beyond its reach and leaned against the dirty wall, pulling a thin cigarette from my pocket. I lit it with a flick of my thumb, inhaled deeply, and closed my eyes