登入Daisy The music started before sunset.It was soft at first, drifting through the open windows like a warning I didn't want to hear. Violins, laughter and the distant clink of crystal carried through the estate until there was no pretending today was anything ordinary.A celebration, but not just any celebration.The celebration.I stood in front of the mirror while one of the maids fastened the last button on the back of my dress."You look lovely, Miss Daisy."I almost laughed.Lovely.There wasn't a single lovely thing about tonight. When she finished, I thanked her quietly and waited until the door closed behind her before looking at my reflection again.The woman staring back at me looked nothing like I felt.My smile was gone and the shadows beneath my eyes refused to disappear.One hand drifted unconsciously toward my stomach before I caught myself and lowered it again."We'll get through this," I whispered.Whether I believed it or not didn't matter anymore, I had to.The
Caspian .My hand slowly fell away from the door and it didn't help that every instinct I possessed screamed at me to burst into the room, to demand answers, to ask Daisy what Scarlet had done to leave that much fear in her voice.Instead, I forced myself to step backward. So I took one step backwards, then another and another, until I was far enough down the corridor that nobody inside the room could hear me breathing.Scarlet. She'd mentioned Scarlet, not lady Zara or Yvie. But Scarlet and that single name had become the center of Daisy's fear.I closed my eyes for one brief second.Something had changed while I was gone and when I finally opened them again, every piece of the last week began rearranging itself inside my mind.Scarlet had cleaned Octavian's study, she had been present after the incident and she had somehow known my trip had been productive.Now Daisy was terrified of her.None of those things proved guilt, but together, they formed a pattern, and patterns never lie
Caspian The heavy glass vial in my coat pocket felt like an anvil pressing against my chest.Luckily for me, Professor Hawthorne’s expert hadn't taken long. Two hours in a sterile lab on the edge of the city, and the verdict was rendered in plain, damning black ink. The residue scraped from the shattered porcelain tea set wasn't some harmless herbal compound or a natural byproduct of floral leaves.It was an artificial sedative. Synthesized, lethal in high doses, and completely tasteless.It hadn't been formulated to kill, but had been designed to do one specific, devastating thing: render Daisy and Octavian completely unconscious, stripping them of their thought processes and leaving them completely defenseless.As I drove back down to the estate, a terrifying blend of emotions clawed at my throat. I recognized the first one as relief. Daisy hadn't been lying all along. She hadn't been delusional, and she hadn't given herself to my brother out of some sudden, erratic desire. S
Daisy My heart plummeted straight into my stomach, the sweet, fragile relief I’d been carrying all the way from the clinic turning into ice in a single heartbeat.I stood frozen in the doorway, my fingers still locked around the cold metal of the handle. My mind scrambled, frantically searching for an excuse, a lie, anything to cover up where I had been, but my thoughts came back blank “Scarlet,” I managed to say, forcing my voice to stay even, though my throat felt bone-dry. “I was just... out in the gardens. Taking some fresh air.”Scarlet didn't jump up. She didn't raise her voice, and she didn't look angry either. She simply sat there, dark eyes watching me with a calm, unreadable intensity that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.She tilted her head, her gaze dropping briefly to the handbag tucked tightly under my arm before returning to my face.“Did the doctor reassure you?” her words were almost as sharp as a physical slap and the silence that crashed over the
Daisy Thursday.I'd repeated that word to myself so many times over the last two days that it no longer sounded like a day of the week.It sounded like hope.I stood beside my bedroom window long before sunrise, watching the first hints of morning spill across the estate.Today,it had to be today.I rested both hands over my stomach, taking a slow, careful breath. "We're going to be alright."Whether I believed those words or not didn't matter anymore, because I needed them more than ever now. With each passing second, the household slowly came to life around me. Doors opened, footsteps echoed through distant corridors and servants moved from one wing to another as breakfast preparations began.Everything unfolded exactly the way I'd watched it unfold every morning, exactly the way I'd hoped it would. It was probably routine for the others, but for me, it was the best thing I could get this morning. Despite how smoothly things seemed to be going, I waited and that turned out to
Caspian The note arrived just after breakfast.It wasn't delivered through the usual correspondence tray or handed to one of the household staff. Instead, one of Professor Hawthorne's assistants appeared at the front entrance asking specifically for me.The moment I saw the familiar seal pressed into the folded paper, I dismissed everyone else from the room before breaking it open.There were only four words written across the page.Bring the sample personally.There wasn't any greeting or explanation and no signature beyond the professor's unmistakable initials at the bottom.I read it twice before folding it carefully again.Octavian, who had been watching me from across the study, frowned."That's it?" He asked and I handed him the note.He scanned it quickly before looking back at me."He couldn't have written anything less." He mumbled. "He could have written nothing." I shrugged. “Actually…” Octavian parted his lips to speak, but decided against it last minute. "Fair point
Octavian Daisy eventually fell asleep, but not all at once. It happened in pieces.First her breathing steadied against my chest, the sharp pain in the bond dulling little by little beneath my hands. Then the tension slowly drained from her body until her grip on my shirt loosened completely an
Daisy's PovThe morning sun felt like a spotlight on my guilt. I woke up tangled in dark silk sheets. The heavy weight of an arm was draped across my waist. Caspian was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. In the daylight, the black ink creeping up his neck looked even mor
CaspianThe Crimson Cycle hits every Lycan male on the winter solstice. It is a biological curse. A fever in the blood that demands violence or a mate. Usually, I lock myself in the palace vaults and sweat it out. I suppress the beast. My twin brother, Octavian, always had a way of handling his cyc
DaisyThe smell of pine and expensive cologne always made my stomach turn, but tonight it was suffocating. The Hall was draped in silver and black silk for the Lunar Awakening. It was the night every shifter in the Blood Moon pack waited for. The night the future Alpha turned twenty five and finall







