[Gideon] Her eyes, her intense sparkling eyes, are the first thing that catches my attention. Edged in red cat-eye frames, they are a startling blue-ringed with silver, not gray, silver. The next thing I notice is her aura, blue and violet ringed in bright silver like her eyes with a touch of warm orange-red: so much power, so much potential, so much untapped passion. What a shame. Because I’m not sure that this girl is worth my time. “You!” her face is turning red. I can tell she’s just as disappointed as I am. I smile. She’s adorable when she’s angry. “Coven Leader,” Slone bows. It's embarrassing watching this talentless girl grovel. How remarkable it is that Slone has a friend with so much power (a friend who is completely clueless about her true nature as a natural-born witch) when she has absolutely no power herself, but all the book knowledge of a proper witch? What an unlikely pair. And to think, based on what Slone expressed via text message, they have known each other fo

[Enchantra] He's coming tonight. I don't know how he found out, but somehow he knows. He knows that I lost her. I try to put myself together before he arrives, but it is of little use. My hands are shaking too much. I smear my eyeliner haphazardly across my face as I make a sorry attempt to fix my makeup after a long day of shooting. I know that without his favor I will lose everything. My beauty, my charm, and my success are all because of him and his influence and power. Without his "gifts," I'd still be that skinny kid on the docks selling herself for enough money to rent a room and buy a little food. I wouldn't be Enchantra Grey, small-screen siren, the face of late-night horror that everyone knows and loves. I am fully dressed when I go back into the bedroom. Hunter is still sleeping, wrapped up in my sheets. It was fun, for a while, messing around with him but now I'm just bored. The fun is gone now that we aren't sneaking around. He's pretty to look at and energetic in his

  [Slone] I would hate her a bit if she was not my best friend and if she were not one of the kindest, most sensitive, loving people I have ever known. I want to be happy for her, but how can I when I see she is getting everything I ever wanted to be offered to her moments after being introduced to MY coven? I’ve spent the last two years studying, and practicing my craft, only to have little to no results. The coven has been generous with me and has continued to allow me to study with them, but I have never been allowed into their innermost circle. And Gideon. All night he has been watching her with hungry eyes. Not just lust, hunger. There

[Axel] “NOW!” Conner demands. “She wants this.” I need to get my wolf under control. But this isn’t going to happen in this car, not with her rose, jasmine, and sage scent blending with the equally powerful aromas of desire and fear, sending tingles down my spine as I fight the urge to hunt. Images of me chasing her as prey, satisfying my needs to rut and fill her with my seed as I mark her send electric tingles to all of my limbs. My vision is blinking red as I feel the points of my canines extending. I’ve been so careful not to touch her, to keep my distance. Even with my mate, the pull was never this strong. “Axel, I…” Her voice breaks my spell. Closing my eyes, I open the truck door and step out. “Let’s take a walk,” I laugh, trying to ease some of the tension. “I don’t know about you, but I need to stretch my legs.” She blinks at me, confused. “Can I ask you an honest question,” Rosalynd turns to me, keeping herself just a few steps away. “Anything,” I nod. “We are frie

[Rosalynd] These last two days have left me with a lot to process. First, I had to mentally wrap my brain around my mother and her betrayal. I guess we never had much of a relationship, and she has always been about herself and her comfort, but sleeping with my boyfriend was a new low. I’m not 100% convinced that she didn’t mean for me to find out the way she was going about it. I think she gets some kind of twisted pleasure out of my pain. No, maybe not. That would mean she cared about ANYTHING related to me, and my history with her. While I was in the woods, she called me 5 times, left 3 voice mails, and 10 text messages. After listening to the first message, I decided to delete the rest. I’m thinking it might be time I got a new phone number. I have zero interest in speaking to her ever again. I’m going to need a very good therapist to help me work through the emotional garbage a lifetime of knowing her has dumped on me. Next, there is the issue about me being a witch, if I