LOGINEllie’s POVSneaking out of my own house wasn’t something I thought I would ever have to do again after the ripe age of sixteen. Those days should have been long behind me, right along with high school crushes and underaged drinking in the woods.But now here I was. Putting on dark clothes, waiting
I put my bag back on my shoulder and went to the academy.I sat through two classes without retaining a single word of either of them, turning the same thought over in my head: Dominic was walking into something he had no idea was coming, and he refused to hear me, and the pack was going to pay for
Ellie’s POVThe moment I saw her standing there, I turned to leave. Of course, Vivian’s heels clicked against the floor as she fell into step behind me.“Hello, sister. Can we talk?” she asked.“I’m busy, Vivian.”“I just want to talk.”“And I just said I’m busy.” I pushed through the door at the en
Ellie’s POVDominic’s eyes landed on me like two knives slicing across the space between us. He made no effort to hide the disdain he harbored for me in that gaze. I supposed I made little effort on my end, either.He walked up to us. Looked between me and Ryan with that familiar glint of jealousy i
Ellie’s POVDays passed, and nothing changed. Not in any ways that mattered, at least.I didn’t see Dominic much during those days. He spent most of his time out of the house, and I spent most of my time at the healer academy, going through the motions of studying and attending classes without reall
Dominic shook his head. “Oh, sure. Because acting like a good husband, giving you the space you want, trying my damnedest to show you that I care, is totally what’s been driving you away.”“You know what?” I clenched my fists. “I don’t need to do this right now. Or ever. You’re drunk, and you’re act
Dominic POV There are six cakes on the table. Six. Three tiers each. Decorative piping. Edible gold leaf. One of them has hand-painted sugar roses that probably required a degree in architecture. My mother looks pleased. The pastry chef looks terrified. Ellie looks like she would rather
Ellie POV I wake up in a bed that is more from a dream then reality. Before opening my eyes I already know it’s all wrong—The sheets too soft. The room is too large. Even the air smells expensive, like polished wood and something faintly floral that probably costs more than my entire monthly gr
Ellie POV Sarah arrives thirty minutes later. I love her, but to say she wouldn’t shut up is an understatement. She takes one look at me sitting in a dining room meant for royalty and bursts out laughing. “Okay. No. Pause. What is happening? Why are you dressed like a bridal P*******t board
Dominic POVI come home from practice sore in places I didn’t know could still ache.My shoulders are tight, knuckles scraped, lungs burning like I didn’t quite finish breathing before I left the training ring. Usually that kind of exhaustion helps. Usually it quiets things.Tonight, it doesn’t tou







