-DEVIN’S POV- “Well, before I give you my report.” I crossed my arms. “There are some things you ought to know.” Peeved, Valen cocked his eyebrows at me. He leaned with his bare back to the wall while he remained standing on the stairs. He had one foot on a higher step than the other. “First of all, you disappeared without telling me how to use this damn ring.” I pointed to the white gold teleportation ring on my right middle finger. “I have been morphing all over the world with every wrong blink I make like fucking Jeanie the Genie. Do you know where I’m coming from?” He tilted his head to cement his eyes on me, bouncing them from my head to my toes and then back to my face. “A good place.” “Egypt, Valen!” I barked with pinched fingers in the air. Then I counted on my hand. “I’ve been to Taiwan, Zimbabwe, Jamaica, Russia, Denmark, Japan, and Nunavut.” I rambled further because he had to understand the stress that I went through when he disappeared. “And the dragons in Iceland ar

-RAINA'S POV- Devin and I arrived in one of the restrooms at Wolkrane Fortress. I darted a hard, chastising look at him. He was such a pervert for landing us in the ladies' room. Reading my expression, he muttered with some frustration. “I can't control this damn ring.” Shaking my head in derision, I rolled my eyes and sighed. He turned to leave, walking towards the closed entry door. A noise in one of the slate-gray cubicles stalled my footsteps. It sounded like someone was retching. Then the toilet flushed and there was sniffling. A part of me wondered if the person was okay. Maybe I should check on her. I walked up to the cubicle with the intention of knocking on the door. “Raina, let's go.” Devin's hand was on the lever handle, pulling the door open to a crack. My eyes lingered on the cubicle. “Um, sure,” I replied and swiveled my body to leave the restroom. The door unlatched. The person stepped out and mildly solicited. “Devin?” “Cher?” Devin's brows furrowed. He release

-RAINA'S POV- Flabbergasted and open-mouthed, I stared at Mercedes. My legs felt so numb that I stumbled two steps backwards. Both the sandwich and coke fell from my hands to the floor. The nasty smug on her face riled Hera as she seethed within me. She was Snow? My brain was on pause. Her statement echoed in the deafening silence of my world. No one but mine and Valen’s family knew about Snow. Then how did Mercedes come to know that ghastly name? Neither of us relinquished the eye-lock. She was enjoying my state of shock. Empathically, she gave me time to digest the implication that the troublesome woman I nicknamed Snow, was actually her. A gloating smile took over her lips. “I was waiting until the Howl De Lune Festival to tell you, but I guess there's no time like the present.” Still thunderstruck, she placed her fingers under my chin, lifting so that my mouth closed. “Be mindful of flies.” She jibed and clucked her tongue. I slapped her hand away. She was the only bug h

-THIRD PERSON’S POV- Dymian removed Farrah’s slender hands from his neck and held both of them in one of his. Then he placed her hands at the center of his exposed chest through the white button-front shirt. He looked down at her flustered expression with the slightest smile. Earlier, he had tossed away her black and white headpiece, burst the white waist tie, and ripped the black nun outfit to shreds. Now she sat completely naked with her back slanted backwards on the paper-strewn desk, and her legs wrapped around his waist in the study of the Renaissance chapel on the second floor. His solid cock was buried deep inside of her after he discarded his black priest robe, white collar, and white stole. His black pants bundled and cuffed around his ankles as he hurriedly took her in raw need. Heightened in the adrenaline rush, all the bloodlust coursing through his veins from the havoc they had recently caused to the Alpha King when they massacred thousands of lives had rocketed his ar

-THIRD PERSON’S POV- Seff abruptly changed his position in the chair to sit forward with his white eyebrows drawn together. “Money cannot be fake.” Dymian focused his gaze on Jarvaldo. A vein ticked in his jaws as his rigid stare admonished for elaboration. “Actually, boss, it sure can,” Jarvaldo insisted. Seff choked raucously on the communion bread. He shook his head, trying to get out. “No. Not true.” “This is the generation of vipers. Anything is possible in this era.” Jarvaldo snapped bitingly. “And that note is the latest edition.” Dymian’s gaze was speculative. “How so?” Seff swallowed, massaging his throat with a scowl because someone had played a nasty trick on them. “I’m going to find that cretin and stuff that note down his throat, and then I’m going to rip it out again.” “Oi, calm down.” Jarvaldo nudged his head at Seff. “Why? Because the culprit is going to hell?” Seff scoffed. “At least let me send him there faster.” Rovell waved the note at Jarvaldo, capturing