Two years doesn’t dull the pain of seeing your ex-husband and ex-best friend at your father’s funeral with two children. Two, healthy human children with rosy cheeks and beautiful smiles. Isabel walks up to me, her black dress flowing behind her and I’m glad she doesn’t bother with the pretense of grief. She never liked my father.“Scarlett,” she says, matter-of-factedly. “I am deeply sorry for your loss.”Cameras flash, and I merely stare outside, at the absurd amount of flowers by the corner of the door. If only they knew how much father detested flowers in his house. When I don’t respond, she speaks again, “I’ve been trying to…reach out to you for a time. You just disappeared. I wanted to—”“Apologize for trying to kill me?” I angle my head in her direction. Something flickers in her hazel eyes as she watches me and she seems to hold the infant in her hands tighter. “Apologize for fucking my husband and stealing my life?”“Xan was never—”“Mine?” I stare behind her and I see Alexa

“No,” I hiss, snatching my shirt off the floor and I pull it over my head angrily. “I don’t care whatever bullshit deal you have for me. How dare you walk into my home, charm me out of my clothes and still think I’d be stupid enough to even want to hear the lies you sputter with your stupid golden tongue?”I’m forcing my feet back into my pants, and I think I’ve got it the wrong way, but I don’t dare take my eyes off him. I don’t know how I failed to recognize him. I saw him at the revelry. Funeral. Whichever. And just like the others, he was hellbent on catching me. Over the years, he’d sent his men to come find me. They didn’t live to tell.Eyeing him, I wonder how many times I’ll have to shoot him to kill him. Admittedly, none of his cronies ever had wings. And none of them looked like…that. It’s why I know he’s more dangerous. The less hideous, the more sneaky, cunning.Lord Fionn cocks his head at me, watching me watch him as I make a fool of myself, putting both legs into one pa

RiordanI smile when I’m nervous. I’m never nervous. She makes me nervous.She pokes into the eggs with a fork, not quite eating and pushing it around her plate. Her blue gaze is trained on me with distrust and I see her trying to figure out what the fuck I’m doing in her apartment. It isn’t hard to read her thoughts when she wears them on her face.“You should eat,” I say, breaking the silence. “You’re leaner.”The fork clangs loudly as she drops it in the plate and folds her arms, pushing up those damn breasts my fingers long to fondle. “What do you want?”Begrudgingly, I raise my gaze from her hard nipples peeking through the wet, black dress. “We both know the answer to that question.” Her full mouth parts and I raise a single finger, stopping her from coming to one of those conclusions that might earn me a bullet to the head—if the rumors about how many of my people she has killed in the last three day since she has returned is true. “But, I’m here for an entirely different reaso

Scarlett It’s a nightmare. One I’ve had nearly every night for several months since I first shifted and it always ends the same way. With death. Not mine. His. I don’t mean to kill him, but somehow, every time, I end up tearing out his throat with my teeth that grow too large to contain my mouth.And his iridescent eyes lose life, his golden hair drenched in his blood. I don’t know who he is, but his lips remind me of Riordan’s. His nose is Lorcan’s. His hair is Tiarnan’s. And the strong set to his brutally chiseled jaw is Cillian’s.I wake up panting, and in that same moment, the skin on my neck tingles with familiar heat and I instinctively reach under my pillow for a weapon as I jerk up from where I’m tangled up with the sheets.“Have you always been this unsettled?” a voice drawls ahead of me and my head snaps to the windowsill where a figure is perched comfortably. I’ve never been more grateful that I sleep with the lights on, because I’d ha

CillianNo woman walks into our dungeon and leaves without getting fucked. Imagine my surprise, wrapped around the hottest, tightest cunt I’ve had in a while and my brother flies across the room, shattering the full-proof glass walls, and my—our mate walks away angrily, her ass tight in that leather dress. Absolutely not.It takes half a thought to shove my dick back in my pants and block the door before she can leave. Her blue eyes are stormy with anger, hate and desire as she meets my gaze. “Move.”Ah. That fucking accent. It messes with me, goes all the way to my groin.“You can’t leave,” I tell her truthfully, even if I’m not a very honest man. “It’s against the rules. You step in here and you give something in turn before you leave. So, which of us is it going to be?”Her eyes burn, bleeding from blue to black and it is all the warning I get before she grips my collar and smashes my back into the wall. My spine shudders and I blink, not from the pain cramping my muscles, but out