As soon as I’m sitting comfortably, he leans down to kiss me and walks around to sit in front of me. But he has barely pulled out his chair as my brother approaches us, making him halt in his movements. “Blackwood,” he nods towards Cayden, who straightens his spine, grumbling. “George.” I roll m
Artemisia Even if I would like nothing more than to go to bed, I force down my dinner and act as if nothing were as I stroll through the garden of the palace with Cayden. They need to see us together as much as possible, so I let the stress scroll off my stiff shoulders, and try to enjoy the time
Cayden “What? No!” “Are they fucking kidding?” “This can’t be real!” “I’m going to fucking get their heads!” The outraged voices of my brothers mix with the cracking of my heart as it drops the broken pieces into my stomach.Aiden growls in my head, making it hard for me to think straight. Thi
Cayden“We are out of here. NOW!” I growl as I carry Artemisia, who is still passed out, to the cars. “Pack up everything. I’ll get her out before they pull another stupid trick.” Ramona nods, and she runs back inside with Matthew and Hendrick to pack our things while Finnegan and the warriors shif
Cayden The pressure weighing on my heart is nearly unbearable as I pace back and forth in the hallway of the pack hospital, waiting for Doctor Davies to finish running all the tests. Finnegan has his head buried in his hands as he claws at his hair, causing my chest to squeeze even more. “What th
Crossing the sterile halls, we get into her room as silently as possible. I practically feel the tension lift from my shoulders as I finally see her and get to hold her hand as I settle into the chair next to her bed. Finnegan takes the seat on the other side of her bed and lays his head on it whi
Giorgio “I can’t believe this!” I look into the void as Riccardo paces up and down in front of me. “Has the Blackwood contacted you already?” I shake my head, massaging my temples. “No, I didn’t hear anything from him.”Shifting in my seat, I stretch as I add, “But they are back in their pack, so
Artemisia “Where do you want this?” Matthew asks as he holds up a bag filled with books as if it was made out of feathers. I point to a corner in the living room, “Over there, please.” It’s just been a few hours since we arrived at the beach house, and I’m already in love. The interiors reflect t