Mag-log inThe words lingered in the coldness below ground, in the garage.Tomorrow, marry me, Aurora.Aurora took a look at Adrian's eyes, which were gray. His sculpted cheekbones cast long shadows under the lights and his gaze was completely focused. It wasn't like there was any desperate calculation involved or like there was any manic edge as with Damien in the rain.There was only him. The man that had walked through the mist when she had nobody to complain to."Tomorrow?" She was slightly startled, but did not retreat from his touch. "Adrian, marriages in your world take months of press releases, prenuptial agreements and endless galas,"Marriages in my world are unions engineered by men who live their lives as if it were a ledger," Adrian responded quietly. The attachment of his thumb ran the warm line of her cheek towards the corner of her lips. This is not their marriage; it's ours. We're getting a private ceremony at City Hall in the morning. It's an official filing with the state re
The private recovery room on the sixth floor of City Heart Hospital was anything but hectic like the wards below. The City noise was drowned out by a thick double-glazed window, and a vase of pale white lilies was placed on the wooden credenza, filling the sterile air with a sweet and calming fragrance.Grace was propped up against the pillows and her colour came back gradually. They had backed off the heavy weeds and now used a simple pulse ox on her forefinger.The door was a heavy oak door, and when it opened, Grace looked straight at the doorway.First Aurora jumped in, her coat over her arm. In the silent room stood a sentinel, Adrian, behind her. He had left his formal overcoat behind, and was wearing his dark-colored vest and rolled-up shirt sleeves, but not much like a titan of industry, but more like a man entering the hearth of a family home.Then, Aurora hurried and took Grace's feeble hand, whispering to her, "Mum. "You asked for us? Do you experience pain? Did the doctor—
The platinum ring was installed coolly, like a frost bite, over Aurora's knuckle.It sat against her skin like a weight, a glow and an undeniable reality. Her father's old gold band, two other worlds, glinted softly next to it, on one shivering finger.Adrian didn't move back immediately.His thumb rested on the back of her hand, against her pulse beating wildly under the skin. He slowly, reverently, placed his lips over the sparkling gem, kissing her hand with passion.Aurora felt a shiver run down her spine, and it caught her breath.Everything from this moment on is yours to do as you wish, even bending your head, Adrian said against her skin, eyes gray, intent on her, no one else. Not the university board. Not Vivian Sinclair. Not his family.Adrian… Aurora whispered. She looked down at the diamond, and saw the light of the morning coming through the windows of the boardroom. “Your father told me that the Solstice Gala is coming up next month and that if we stand in front of that
Fiancée exploded in the boardroom as if it were a huge cannonball.Dean Sterling was close to dropping his specs into his lap. Some of the junior council members gasped, holding their leather pads, as Vivian stumbled back, until her back hit the mahogany credenza while the back of her designer skirt was on the floor."Fiancée?" Vivian's composure of high society was gone, and replaced by maniacal rage. "That’s impossible! She’s a pauper from the lower district! Four days ago she was working as a waitress in a dirty coffee shop! Richard, don't let this shame get into the blood of the Kingsley's!You will keep your tongue clean in my presence, Miss Sinclair," Richard said in a tone of voice so dark, so lethal, the room seemed to chill further.The Kingsley patriarch didn't look at Vivian. He didn't glance at the shaking dean. His piercing, feline gaze was all on his oldest son.Slowly, Richard rose to his feet and patted his button down suit jacket. There were no eye movements by either
At the top of the brass doors to the Kingsbridge Administration Building, the clock struck the hour of eight in the morning.The autumn fog hung low over the stone steps outside, as it prevailed inside the executive boardroom. The walls were lined with heavy mahogany, and the air, with its faint aroma of roasted bitter coffee and imminent destruction.Vivian Sinclair was seated at the conference table close to the head, with her legs folded, in a perfectly fitted cream suit. Her pretty fingernails jangled against an open leather pocketbook. Richard Kingsley sat, like a statue of stone; behind his white, cold eyes was a storm. Damien sat slumped beside him, black faced and determined to look out at the rained-on window. He seemed as if he's waiting for a grenade he has set off, to explode.This is too much moral uncertainty," Dean Sterling said, his hands shaking as he adjusted his wire-rimmed spectacles. The leak to the student press – though not identified – is taking traction. If it
In the silence of the room the hum of the heart monitor was deafening.Every layer of his polished executive armor peeled or rubbed off, Adrian stepped forward. He came up to her bedside as if he were a trespasser on hallowed ground, and he knelt on one knee so that his eyes were at the same level as Grace's. He lowered his hand over her feeble, arid fingers, taking care not to crush them.Adrian’s voice took on a raw huskiness, "I am out of the rain, Mrs. Bennett. "I’m right here."The sedatives still lingered in her pale face and the tension slowly disappeared as Grace breathed in and out. Her hands fell from her body, her dark eyelids closed and her breath became regular and settled and rested.The hand hovered over her chest, but Aurora was paralyzed. "She knows you."Adrian murmured and slowly rose to his feet, "She saw the sketches. His grey eyes were filled with emotion. When we were little, Aurora,What do you mean?When he almost didn't have time to respond, his phone started







