Maybe if my mind weren’t elsewhere, I’d have been more present during the bigger dinner at the pack house. People had to repeat themselves when they tried to talk to me more than once. And I probably didn’t give Alec’s food the chance it deserved. I am sure it was delicious, but I rushed through eating it and barely took a second to savor anything. Though even if I’d forced myself to slow down and try to savor what I was eating, I have a feeling it would have been tasteless. Again, not knocking Alec’s cooking. But everything revealed at my office has left a bitter taste. Anka infected herself on purpose. The virus was always intended to kill a wolf spirit. Lucian infected his Gamma female and Delta. Everyone infected other than Anka was because they pissed Lucian off, including Persephone. Realizing how horrid he was and that he could have cost Persephone her wolf made me irrationally angry. It made me want to find a way to resurrect the bastard so I could kill him all over again, sl

Sex was a great and fun distraction, but I had trouble sleeping afterward. My mind wouldn’t shut down even in a comfortable bed with Persephone in my arms. And it wasn’t even where my brain was replaying sex or coming up with new inventions. No, it kept going over all the possibilities. My brain was thinking of all the horrible things Daniel had invented. He’s admitted to developing terrible things, and my brain went down a tangent of what else he may have created; each one is worse than the last. Then there is the possibility that some other force is controlling him. Part of me hopes that it’s true. That there is someone else pulling the strings. But then part of me says it’s unlikely. If there was an outside force that controlled his actions, a magical reason behind all of this, wouldn’t Khalid or Isis have identified it by now? Especially as Khalid had to have gotten close enough to put the symbols on him. Based on all accounts of the events from the Incubi war, Amelia Furlan can

“Sorry fer da intrusion.” Cillian apologized. “She was verra adamant dat we come straight to ya Delta Silvercloud. She dinna tink it could wait.” ‘Who’s she?’ Katrina questioned through my family link. “Luna Anka.” I nodded my head. “We didn’t expect any of you to be here so quickly,” I said. “This is Luna Isis of Silverclaw, Luna Katrina of Nebrodi, and Gammas Amelia and Stephen of Madonie.” I introduced them. “Guys, meet Luna Anka of Demonclaw, her daughter Alpha Mila er Tomila, and her mate Aleph Cillian.” “André will be thrilled to hear that his mate’s title is catching.” Katrina rolled her eyes. “Nice to meet you all.” She added. “Anka, what did you mean you can explain?” Jonathan asked. “It’s all in here.” Anka held out the black folder. It was rather thick, and at the sight of it, Daniel had jumped to his feet only to be held back by the chains. Daniel doesn’t want us to see whatever is in that folder. I glanced at Jonathan and knew that reaction only told us we wanted to

OMG! I can’t believe we just did that. We had sex in a car while someone else was driving! I don’t have a mirror to confirm it, but my face feels like it’s as red as Riordan’s hair. I’m the person who has mocked characters in movies, tv shows, and books that hook up in back seats of cabs and limos. How inconsiderate can a person get to have sex with someone a partition away? And now I am one of those selfish assholes.  What the hell came over me? I mean, seriously, I didn’t believe sex would make Jonathan tell me why we went to the office. If he wants to surprise me, I’m going to let him. I don’t generally like surprises, but if it’s a surprise Jonathan has planned, I know I’ll like it.  So why did I do

This week has been amazing and a whirlwind. The last thing I had expected Jonathan to do was set up a dark room for us, let alone in his office. I have zero complaints that he went ahead and did it. I didn’t expect it. Then again, I didn’t expect I’d ever want a room like that of my own. I always wrinkled my nose if I passed Alec and Crista’s dark room at the villa and shuddered just looking at the hallway that led to André and Darren’s wing of their villa. Yet I just spent a week enjoying a dark room with my mate. I’m also looking forward to using the space in the future. It will make breaks at work take on a whole new meaning. Not that we kept to the room. Sara was right in her prediction that we had sex everywhere in his office. On his desk, his office chair, the meeting table, the chairs at the table, the sofa, the club chairs, the coffee table, the floor, and of course, all the windows. The windows were hot since we could see out, but no one could see in. And I must be a devian