The moment we stepped inside the room and Elijah closed the door behind us, I grabbed the opportunity and kissed him. He didn’t push me away, not at first, sighing against my lips and allowed me to take whatever I wanted. My hands wormed their way underneath his shirt, sliding up the curves of his firm muscles, and stopped against his chest, my fingers curling as our kiss deepened. Out of nowhere, he dragged me out of his arms and pushed me away at arm's length. “Hailey, no. You need to stop,” he sounded breathless. “It’s the potion messing with you.” “But I want you,” I pouted, trying to reach for him, but he held me at bay. “Yeah. I seem to have the same problem regarding you.” His beautiful butterscotch eyes met mine, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was defeat in them. “You need to take the antidote for it.” “I don’t want to.” “If I didn’t have an annoying conscience...I wouldn’t have.” He gave me a lopsided smile, trailing his fingers against my cheeks. I closed my eyes for a
I tore from deep sleep to the sound of the alarm going off. “What now?” I groaned, burying my face into Elijah’s shoulder. We’d moved from Ariah’s bed to mine and fell asleep there. Despite a lot of kissing, nothing more happened. But I wasn’t going to lie. I wanted things to head in that direction. Elijah was the one who decided we should take our time. Sigh. Elijah muttered a curse, gently nudging me off from him. “It’s something serious.” “How do you know?” I popped my eyes open. “If the alarm rings three times consecutively, it’s something important but not life-threatening. Six times, it's a serious and potential danger. Like with the convict on the grounds.” “How many times did it ring?” I sat up beside him. “Twelve.” He got off the bed and straightened his shirt. He turned, holding out his hand for me. “What does twelve mean?” I took his hand and let him pull me onto my feet. “They rang it twelve times the day my sister was found dead.” My stomach sank. “Oh no.” “Come
Nate’s words were engraved inside my mind the following few days. It haunted the halls of the castle, stalked me into my classes, and even into my dreams. I hadn’t seen Elijah for five days following that horrible night. No explanation as to where he went and even my friends were left humming with questions with his sudden disappearance. It wasn’t until Thursday, as I sat in my room working on my homework, when a knock sounded against the door. I turned on my bed, peering at the empty bed where Ariah had been an hour before she gave up on homework, deciding she was going for a walk. I released a long sigh, getting up from my bed, and headed to open the door. I blinked, at the empty space in front of me, confused. I leaned through the doorway, peering out into the hallway to see if anyone was there. “Hello?” My voice bounced off the walls of the cavernous hallway, hitting my ears in a monotonous echo. Oookay. I stepped back into my room and closed the door. When I turned, a girl wa
Five hours passed, and we were still in Mrs. Humphrey’s office. My friends had come and gone, giving over their accounts. At that point, I’d cried a few times, while neither Elijah nor Luca had shown a single flicker of emotion since Elijah’s outburst of his sister’s murder. According to witness accounts, things weren’t looking too good for him. The door clicked open, and a man stepped in. Mrs. Humphrey slid out behind her desk and kneeled on the floor in front of him. “Alpha, what an honor.” “On your feet, Selene. It’s no night for formalities.” The man’s familiar butterscotch eyes flicked towards me, but his was cold, unlike the eyes I was used to. “Is this her?” “Yes, my lord.” “I see.” He closed the door behind him. Unsure, I stood up, about to bow like Mrs. Humphrey, when he said, “Sit, girl. The future luna does not bow to others beside her alpha.” Confused with that statement, I sat. “Lucian,” the man stopped in front of him. Unexpectedly, Luca stood, and they fell into
“I tried. I’m sorry.” “She’s not showing?” Mr. Ledger asked, sitting on Ariah’s bed, staring glassy-eyed at the spot where I told him I had last seen Sally. “No. Sorry.” He glanced up at the guards. “Have some food brought for the girl.” Luca stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, his eyes blank as he stared at my bed. If he really was innocent, I wondered what he was thinking at that moment. Did he see her dead body? I shook the thought from my head. “Are you certain it’s the girl from the picture?” Mr. Ledger asked me, rubbing his jaw. As he sat there, he seemed average, and nothing like how I’d pictured Elijah’s alpha king dad would look or act like. He was just a father, desperate for answers of what happened to his baby girl. He had shown me a few pictures of Sally on his phone to make sure it was really the girl I’d been seeing. “Yes. Without a doubt.” “I don’t understand,” he said. “I had other priests come and reach out. Others who are gifted at seeing the departe
It didn't come to any surprise to me that Sally was a no-show. Mr. Ledger didn’t take the news too well and blamed me for it. To add insult to injury, he pointed out more flaws of my appearance and told me if I didn’t get my crap together, that I wasn’t worthy of his son. To be honest, I never imagined I’d end up entangled with a prince, if that’s what I should call it. I was having my doubts as Elijah acted distant since he’d returned. It wasn’t until Mr. Ledger left the academy that Elijah came back to my room. “Hi.” “Hey.” I pushed open the door further. “Want to come in?” He stepped inside, keeping his eyes on the floor. “I’m sorry.” I closed the door before turning to glance at him. “About what?” “My dad…” he shook his head, sighing. “He’s full of shit, if anything. There’s nothing wrong with your hair, your face, or your clothing.” I snorted an uncomfortable laugh, not sure how to admit I did feel hurt by his dad’s statements. Instead, I replied with something I did mean,
The cafeteria was alive with the vibrant hues of midday, the beams of sunlight creating a shimmering effect over specs of dust. Alive with the chatter of students, it almost felt like I’d stepped into a whole other universe. Nothing about this room screamed the certain sense of sadness I felt. Mostly, I felt frustrated over the fact knowing Elijah was being treated like some kind of criminal. It had been two days since we were alone, and at the rate things were going, I wouldn’t get to spend time with him anytime soon, either. There was always a guard trailing after him, scrutinizing his every movement and intervening each time he tried to communicate with anyone. Though they allowed me to talk to him in passing, exchange a few words here and there, but of course, everything we said was observed by a guard. And believe it or not, the guard would take notes of the conversation transpiring before him, recording every word spoken in his presence. I had the stinking suspicion they w
“Good afternoon class. Today we’re talking about ancient tomes and the lore evolving them,” our history teacher, Mr. Barnes, announced, followed by low, dismissal groans from students. “Now, now, why the long faces? Learning about our ancestry is by far the most exciting thing! We get to learn about where our bloodline originated, and all the other events evolving it. It’s all about those tomes!” More groans followed. I sighed, flipping open my notebook and picking up my pen. It was drawing close to exams, so I took every opportunity to take notes on everything so I wouldn’t miss anything. It was a strenuous task and so unlike me, but I had to give my everything if I didn’t want to fail. Things weren’t looking too good already. I was having a hard time keeping up in class. “We’re starting with the tome of life,” Mr. Barnes pressed on, dragging the overhead projector trolley closer to the whiteboard and positioned it to point forward. When he clicked it on, an image splashed across