Kane doesn’t bother to ask me if it’s okay to come in before he bangs the door open. “Good evening,” he says as he steps into the little room, his velvety deep voice washing over me like hot chocolate. I hate that I’m so happy to see him, but it’s a side effect of being locked up with my own company all day. That has to be it right? It can’t be because I actually missed him. “It’s night time?” “Yes. I couldn’t get away sooner. Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry. In fact, he sounds like he’s in an exceptionally good mood. “Well, come on,” he says, holding the door open. “Where are we going?” I ask, eyeing him with suspicion. I don’t really care, anything to get out of this damn cell, but I also don’t want to look too eager to follow him. “Upstairs. I figure you’d like to get out of here and have a shower. Or would you rather stay and try to wash in that little basin--” he points at the steel sink next to the toilet --“either is fine with me.” His arrogance is infuriating and exciting m

Kane's POVI drop Willow on the bed and kneel between her legs. Fluttering kisses over her leg, I work my way up, driving myself to the brink of insanity. I push her dress up and out of the way, eager to explore every secret she has to offer. Impatient, I wrap my hand around her panties and tear them off, before plunging my fingers into her wet warmth.She inhales sharply at the sudden intrusion, but she grabs my hand and urges me on, moaning softly, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusting fingers. I hook my arms under her knees and lift her up to meet my mouth, wrapping my lips around her clit, lapping up the sweet juices that flood my mouth, losing myself in everything that makes her a woman. Makes her my mate.Growling softly, I let her go and crawl upwards, engulfing her lips, forcing them apart with my tongue. “Kane?” Glenn asks in my head.No, Goddess. Fuck off. Not now. I ignore him.Willow reaches down and unbu

I spent the first two days cleaning the place and making it somewhat liveable, removing the dust covers from the furniture and scrubbing the floors and walls. I wish I could use some magic to keep it clean, but every morning Glenn reminds me that I can’t. After my somewhat frenzied cleaning spree, I started spending all my time in the library. I’m not sure these were concubine quarters. The more books I pull from the shelves, the more I come to think that witches used to live up here. All the books are related to magic or the history of magic. Some of the books are written in languages I’ve never even seen before, and others are so old that I’m too afraid to touch them. I’m used to my own company, so I don’t mind the countless hours by myself, but the perpetual darkness is wearing me down. By the end of the sixth day, I’m ready to crawl out of my skin, and I miss Kane more and more every day. “Good morning, little miss,” Glenn says and puts the heavy drum of water next to the wash

Kane's POV It’s almost dawn by the time I get back to the castle. The sky is a riot of colours, red, deep orange, and purple blending in the horizon, bathing the world in an ominous crimson hue. I don’t hold much by superstition, but the old wolves believe that a blood sky is a bad omen. Honestly, they may be on to something. I’ve been feeling uneasy since I left the cabin. But then, it’s probably just because I marked Willow. I should be ecstatic right now. I should be singing with joy, my heart running over with love, but I lost control and went about it the wrong way. I gave in to my wolf and my baser instincts. I’m not the first wolf that lost control like that, and I won’t be the last, but I’m a Lycan. I should have more discipline. I would have stayed with Willow, but my family’s expecting me for breakfast. There will be too many questions if I just disappear without telling them. Sighing, I park the SUV in the garage and take the stair

The sound of a car door slamming shut wakes me. I tense. My muscles coiling like a too-tight spring. Sticking my head out under the covers, I can hear soft footsteps approaching the cabin. I didn’t lock the front door. Did I? I can’t remember. But I do remember locking the bedroom door. The front door opens and closes. I get out of bed and stand facing the door, my legs apart and arms outstretched, ready to launch my magic at whoever is on the other side. I don’t even care about the consequences. “Willow,” my father whispers in my head. “Are you asleep, girl? Wake up!” I’m dizzy with fear, but I won’t let him win. Not this time. I’ll fight to the death if need be. The knob turns and the door rattles in the frame. “Willow. Open up.” Kane says on the other side. Letting out a slow breath, I walk to the door on shaky legs, turning the key and standing back so Kane can get in. “What’s wrong?” he asks, looking around the room. I take one look at him, the misery written all over his face