~Faye Every part of me is shaking with each step I take.  I really need to have T moved to a cell closer to the door, so I don’t have to make this walk each time. It gives me the perfect amount of time to consider everything he’s going to say to me, then get frightened by it. No, I’m the Alpha, and I’m going to force my questions on him, and expect all the honest answers.  He’s standing this time, arms through the cell bars. He has a predator's gaze, as he stands there, gazing at me through the fringe of dark messy hair that covers his forehead. He has an amusing smile painted across his lips. Frustrating. That’s how to describe it. “Want to explain?&rdquo

~Faye “This is foolish, and you know it.” Glaring at Cal, I brush a piece of lint off his shoulder. “The suit looks lovely on you, I’m sure it will fit him.” Cal is having this suit fitted in place of T, who I agreed to having as my date to the ball tonight. Luckily, Cal is almost identical in stature to the assassin, so instead of risking anything with T, I’m having my personal guard step in. The sour expression on his face hasn’t diminished since we began this.  “What are you wearing tonight?” I ask absentmindedly, watching the tailor circle the Huntsman.  “My usual,” he

~Faye “I thought that perhaps you would give me a few more moments to stretch my legs,” T muses, glaring past the cell door I hold open.  If he seriously thinks I’m about to let a prisoner roam around, he’s insane. “You cell has plenty of room,” I mutter, waving my hand to motion him in. Cal isn’t here to assist me if T decides to retaliate, however, I would be happy to donate to his wound fund if he keeps being stubborn. I want answers, but I won’t feel safe about discussing them until he is locked tightly in his cell with no room to escape.  Unless of course, he decides to use whatever voodoo magic that tricked me last time. The exact magic he isn&

~Faye  “Who in the world is Tayten?” I question, fingers brushing over the words on the page.  Cal gently takes the book from my hand, placing it on his lap to look at. The book looks old, but preserved. My mind spins at all the possibilities this could lead to, however, my mind is stuck on what the book actually is. There are no words in the entire book aside from this one passage.  As if he could read my mind, Cal spoke. “I think this is used to communicate.” “But with who? And why?” I ask, exasperated, as if Cal would magically have the answers to all my questions.  

~T I can see the strength of her mental façade stripping away. The weaknesses she prides herself on keeping hidden away are creeping through in the form of dark shadows. She’s meant to be the perfect picture of an Alpha; strong and fearsome. She hasn’t yet accepted that it isn’t her. She’s the soft, kind Alpha everyone appreciates. If only she wasn’t blind to it. Having wiped her tears from under her eyes, she stands, taking the chains with her. There is something too incredible for words in her eyes every time I meet them. Beyond the sheen of luminous emerald green, there is a sense of compassion, of understanding that I will never be able to reach. That she would never