"I swear this is the last time I'm rescuing you." That gruff, deep voice stirred me back into life. My eyes flitted open, gaining awareness of my surroundings. We were further up the track, where my bike had come to its sorry end. Thankfully the bag had stayed attached and sealed. I thanked my lucky stars that the forest floor wasn't covered in shiny gold coins. Given this guy's attitude, he could probably have just slit my throat on the roadside and taken the money. "You don't need to scowl at me, I saved your life," he snapped. "I'm not scowling," I snapped back. A few seconds later my conscience kicked in"...thank you for helping me. I'm just struggling to come around that's all." "Surely your shifter healing has taken care of the crash by now?" he quickly asked, staring intensely at me now as though he had found a new toy. Shit, I don't want him realising I've lost my world. To buy some thinking time I raised myself to

I got up from around the boulder and tried to ignore his stare. Placing the bag with the remaining food on my shoulders I started down the road. "Hey, you need me, remember?” I kept on walking, my feet loudly crunching the stones underneath whilst my heart pounded with indecision. “Answer me, or we part ways now." he called out. His voice was calm and measured and sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I care so much what this man, or anyone else thought of me, so weak? What if knowing I'm a horrendous criminal makes him change the deal, or leaves me alone penniless and vulnerable out in the wilderness? I do need him, and in fairness, he didn't offer me up the guards. I placed my hands on my templates and let out a sigh and began running my hands through my hair. "Can we walk and talk? I don't want to feel you watching me while I explain." He raised a curious eyebrow but nodded, picked up the other bags and caught me up down

Ivan and Azalea are back. I knew it was coming, it’s been stressing me out but there is nothing I can do now. I just have to hope Azalea doesn’t calculate I'm having more visions. As far as possible without being obvious, I need to keep her out of my way. At least I finally have a reason to enjoy all those administrative meetings.I silently watched them arriving from out of the library window. They practically bounced out of their jeep, hand in hand as euphoric as a freshly mated couple should be. Ivan seemed a whole new man, a smile permanently plastered to his face which made my heart warm.Then I observed Azalea slyly checking upwards along the castle walls. She was trying to see if I was at my suite window looking out for her. I was watching, but I’d chosen another room on purpose.So she wasn’t completely focused on Ivan, Fyre growled. She is trying to spot you, she's got something on her mind for sure.

I woke up in a panic, my dreams had turned from Bram deliciously kissing me on a bed, caressing my skin, slowly pushing down the straps of my top, to me suddenly dropping into a black, never ending hole. It was one of those dreams where you wake with a thud in your bed and your heart pounding. In my case, I headbutted a log as I juddered back into life. I groaned loudly in pain and rubbed my head, trying to work out what kind of time it must be. The fire Lucien lit had almost died out, probably for the best. We don’t need it in the morning, and it would only draw attention to our camping position if I rebuilt up to a blazing cosy warmth. Sitting up whilst the pain in my head throbbed away, I brought up my knees and hugged them close to me. I didn’t enjoy dreams involving Bram anymore, too often they turned mean. When it was my own imagination, my daydream I got to pick the memories to dwell. When asleep, my deepest memories seemed to unfold from hidden recess

The cave was not as bad as it could have been. Thankful it wasn’t full of bats for a start, the floor was mainly flat rock, smoothed by years of water flow with a jutting ledge forming a narrow bench of sorts. However it was narrow, as the rain started to pelt down, we were in a space no larger than a king-sized bed. Considering Lucien was the size of a bed on his own, it was going to put us a lot closer than we had expected. I let out a giggle as he had to move around awkwardly, giving up and dropping to his knees to manoeuvre around the space. He shot me a raised eyebrow of disapproval at my mockery, though I think a smile was hiding there too. He unfurled his cloak and placed it on the floor, from his rucksack he removed his spare shirts and trousers to fashion into makeshift cushions to sit on. I sat on a stone ledge that ran along the edge of the wall to give him some extra space. In just my black trousers, tank top and leather jacket, I started shivering with t