I tap my knuckle against Theodore's door. "Theo?" I say. "It's Hera." I knock again, but the door doesn't budge. I press my ear against it. There isn't a sound on the other side. I heave a sigh. Maybe I should come back later…I glance down the hall. It wouldn't hurt to peek inside. This was the man spending a lot of time with my sister, after all. The door is locked but it doesn't take me long to pick it with a pin from my hair. It swings open with a heavy thud. I slip inside and shut it behind me. Theodore's room is charming. It's plain compared to some of the rooms I've seen in the palace, but it feels refreshingly modest. If his personality matches his style, it's no wonder Althea likes him. She's never been one for flashy things. He's lightly decorated his space with plants, maps, and books. I immediately notice the tall bookshelves along the far wall and the collection of books. The shelf stands as tall as the ceiling, and almost every one is filled. I walk over, sca
I run straight into Sebastian, nearly losing my balance as I let out a huff. Of course, he just happens to be here. He seems to have a habit of roaming the halls at night and being perfectly placed where I can bump into him. "Hera?" he says. "Are you all right?" I'm shaking uncontrollably, but I hide my hands behind me so he can't see. I don't know if I'm ready to share this with anyone yet. Not until I wrap my own head around it. Unfortunately, Sebastian's become good at seeing through me. He pulls my chin up so I'm forced to look at him. "What is it?" he growls. The sound sends a shudder through me, and it isn't from fear. If I wasn't stressed about the information I'd just discovered, I would let myself give in to the heat. But this isn't the time or place."I'm fine," I manage. "Don't lie to me, Hera," he says. For some reason, I find I can't. Or I don't want to. I want to share this with someone, so the burden isn't on me. And Ambrose isn't an option right now
Ambrose is in his study. I'm surprised he's up at such a late hour, but the fire still burns in his room as he reads a book beside the hearth. Sebastian steps inside first, clearing his throat to catch his brother's attention. The king looks up, his expression blank until he sees me. My face must reveal something to him because he frowns. "What is it?" he asks. He closes the book he's reading and stands. "We need to talk," Sebastian says. I close the door behind us and follow the prince. We both take a seat. The warmth from the fire is making me sweat worse than I was before. I expect Sebastian to lead but he glances at me. I take a breath, not sure where to start. How was I going to explain being in Theodore's room in the first place? "You're killing me with suspense, Hera," Ambrose drawls, his golden eyes flaring. "I found my missing dagger," I blurt out. "The one that was still in the arm of our attacker. From that night in town." Ambrose sits down and leans forwar
Sebastian releases me, and without saying a word, takes my hand and starts toward my room. I let him. I don't have anything to say right now, and I'm sure neither does he. We take our time. I enjoy the feeling of his hand entangled with mine but it confuses me, too. How is it possible to feel this way for both Ambrose and Sebastian? The connection with Ambrose feels so powerful, sometimes it scares me. The responses he elicits from me feel otherworldly. He anticipates what I need before I know it, and his touch alone is enough to send me over the edge. And then there's Sebastian. Could I be his mate too? It'd crossed my mind once before but I wrote it off. Maybe what we had didn't sink below the surface, but it didn't feel that way now as he walked beside me. It felt like his presence alone was enough to guard me against everything I didn't want to face. They are so different and yet they complement opposite parts of me. Am I falling in love with both?Sebastian stops in
I can't sleep. I feel like I haven't had a night of rest since I recovered from the ambush.I hate when Althea's mad at me. It doesn't happen often. When we were younger, she used to argue with me about moving from town to town. I hated having to uproot her, but we had to in order to survive. Eventually, she realized this and stopped fighting me about it. After that, it was small things here and there. Our last big fight was about a boy. She'd met this boy when she was at the market. He took an interest in her. So, naturally, I tailed him to see what he was like. It was shortly after I saw him enter a brothel that I forbid her from seeing him, telling her that he wasn't who she thought. She fought with me all night and didn't talk to me for a week. Shortly after, she decided to do her own investigating and saw the same thing: that his three other girlfriends were also receiving flowers and compliments.Althea had returned home, crying and we said our sorry's. But she made m
Despite being exhausted, I'm awake. I'm standing by my desk, the only light in the room coming from the moon outside. I'm not sure what time it is or what I should do to help myself sleep. My mind wanders absently over the case, but I can't seem to focus on any thought or clue. It's all jumbled like I'm completing a puzzle blindfolded. My head snaps up as I hear the lock on the door click open. It's too dark to see who enters, but I sigh as I expect Althea's voice to ask to sleep beside me tonight. "Can't sleep either?" I ask into the dark. I shiver at the male's voice that says my name in response. "Hera," Ambrose says. He closes the door behind him and I can sense as he comes closer. I thought he'd be too upset to speak with me, at least for a while. But if he came looking for comfort, I certainly don't mind providing it. Especially since I think I could use a distraction right now, too. His form approaches me. I turn to face him as he corners me against the desk. I feel h
I can't fall back asleep. I'm not sure I want to after my dream turned nightmare. I swear I can still feel their hands on my skin sending shivers through my body. Althea has fallen asleep. I can hear her heavy breathing. I think about waking her and asking what Theo told her, but then think better of it. Instead, I get up and pace, but then my feet become tired soon after. "Ugh!" I groan. Maybe it was the dream or Althea's words echoing in my head. I feel restless.And all I can think about is Ambrose, his voice from my dream echoing in my head.I sigh. I just need to talk to him. I slip into a robe, tying it tightly around my waist before I start toward his room. It's late, I'd be surprised if he was awake. I tap lightly on his door. This isn't a good idea… There isn't an immediate answer and I consider returning to my room, but then the door cracks open. Ambrose looks at me for a moment before stepping aside to let me pass into his room. I try not to focus on the fact t
I haven't slept this well in a while. When I wake up, the noon sun is streaming in through the window. I blink, adjusting to the brightness. Ambrose's arms are wrapped around me, but he shifts as I wake up. I look up at him. He doesn't look like he's slept a wink. "What is it?" I adjust so I can see his face. He glances at me. "I have to set a hearing date for Theo," he admits. And just like that, reality was pouring back in. I can't lie here and pretend what we faced was going to get any easier. I sit up, sighing. "I should go." He doesn't argue, but watches me as I stand, walking over to my pile of clothes and slipping them on. As I'm about to leave, he stops me. "Hera." He gets up from the bed and walks over to me. He lifts my face with a finger, kissing me. I sigh into his touch, letting him. The idea of leaving was becoming less appealing. I gently break our contact. "I've got to go," I breathe. "I know," he says quietly. I turn the doorknob behind me,