LOGINI set the glass down on the table before I dropped it or shattered it. My hands were shaking too hard to trust my own motor functions.Bianca was still talking, something about her plans for the future, about alliances and trade agreements and all the things a proper heir should care about. But I co
Liora’s POVI stood frozen, the glass of punch still clutched in my hand so tightly I could feel the glass starting to crunch under my grip, as Bianca walked into the grand hall on my father’s arm.She looked like a queen already. The gown, the tiara, the way she held her head high as she surveyed t
I thought about Mrs. Oakes’ office and the letter with the gold trim and my father’s seal, and all the times I had opened my mouth and closed it again because I was being told to keep it a secret.I thought about Callum on the floor of that root cellar, pulling the rope off my wrists.I opened my mo
Liora’s POVI smelled cheap detergent and something faintly musty underneath the faint trace of fast food somewhere nearby. I blinked my eyes open and found a low, popcorn ceiling hanging above me, a large water stain in one corner.I frowned. The last thing I remembered, I was in a dark room. A cel
Callum’s POVEvery time I blinked, I saw her there. Liora. On the floor of that cellar. On her side. Still in the dress my mother had given her with her wrists behind her back, dirt on her cheek, and her skin as white as snow.It was my fault. All of it.I sat in the back seat with her head in my la
I wasn’t sure how much time passed before I heard the knock.Mia glanced at me. I sat up.The door opened and Callum stepped inside. The first thing I did was look at his face to see where we stood. He looked calmer than when he’d walked away, but not entirely settled. He glanced at Mia and Zane.“C
I made my way down to the main level of the bus. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled my ears. I brushed through the aisle and came to stand beside the driver, an aging man with wiry gray hair sticking out from under his cap.“Need somethin’, Miss?” he asked without pulling his eyes away from t
My mouth opened, but no words came out. What was I supposed to say? Tell him that I was the princess, not Bianca? End the facade after all this time, while I was still wolfless?That would be the easy way out, wouldn’t it? The simple one.Maybe that was why I didn’t want to do it. Because it would b
Anything except the truth.“Princess?” A soft voice suddenly made me turn to find a petite servant with big eyes smiling up at me. She pointed to a large crate by the front door that was labeled “Banquet Supplies.” “Where should I put that?”“In the banquet hall,” I said without thinking. The serva
As we made our way through the main floor, I still couldn’t seem to shake that strange unsettled feeling. I chalked it up to nerves again and tried to ignore it. Instead, I watched as Bianca flung open a set of double doors.“And this is the banquet hall!” she announced. Everyone poked their heads i







