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AbigailDon’t let his charm and good looks lull you into a false sense of security! Grayson Bennett is a high-ranking member of the dangerous Obsidian Circle, and he has no idea that you are as well, I remind myself. There is no telling exactly how he’d react to discovering this now. It could be anywhere from violently ridding the world of his rival’s daughter or angrily abandoning me to the darkness.After all we’ve done for each other, isn’t there a chance that this semblance of a friendship/flirtation could survive the revelation? Could we strike a truce long enough to be rescued? Is it possible that we could remain civil toward one another?With every hour that passes, pretending to be Lisa feels like more and more of a betrayal. But what would it gain me to reveal the truth now?The mystery of why he doesn’t recognize me is becoming clearer. For starters, while my siblings bear a striking resemblance to our father, I seem to favor my mother strongly. No one would immediately make

AbigailThe dreaded moment arrives, feeling like I'm plummeting to the ground in a busted airplane.Anguish mars Grayson's face, making me want to cry, knowing I caused it. He doesn't even know the worst yet."Grayson," my voice trembles, "I never meant to deceive you. I never expected to develop feelings for you.""Who are you?" he repeats, muscles coiled with tension.Words tumble out, "I was afraid to tell you, didn't know how you'd react. I never thought we'd become involved. I'm so sorry, but please believe me. I never meant to trick or deceive you."He steps forward threateningly, forcing me back. I nearly trip over a tree root before regaining balance. "Who the fuck are you? Just tell me!" he yells in my face."I'm Abigail…" I lower my gaze, unable to bear the baleful look in his angry green eyes. "Abigail Harrison.""Harrison," he growls, then goes quiet. I dare to lift my eyes. He scrutinizes my face, his twisting with pure, unadulterated hatred. "You're Luther Harrison's dau

AbigailIt’s Tuesday morning, the first day I’ve awakened since Friday without Grayson Bennett in my bed. My mind is still reeling from this weekend, and my body has a pleasant ache one might have after running a marathon. Everything was so surreal, from Grayson showing up unannounced at my door to him admitting he had deep feelings for me and all the earth-shattering sex.Holy fuck! That man seriously rocked my world repeatedly in the bedroom, the shower, the living room, and the kitchen. The things he did with those hands, those fingers, his mouth…oh, the things he did with his tongue should be illegal it was so good. Don’t even get me started on the big, luscious cock of his. Jesus, I think it’ll be a whole week before I can walk straight again. Not surprisingly, you don’t become an Obsidian Knight without knowing how to use every inch of your mind and body for whatever purpose you require of it. Whether it be a cunning warrior, an erudite, or a superb lover.Suffice it to say, thi

AbigailThe last hour and a half are all a hazy fog to me. I find myself back at Miami International Airport sitting at a gate waiting for our flight back to New York. Grayson must have led me by the hand because I don’t recall a single step of the path here.Time had stood still for the moment Yacine uttered the words, “I’m not your mother.”“Abby,” Grayson has squatted down before me speaking to me like I’m a mental patient. “I got us a private room to wait in, so you don’t have to deal with all this raucous on top of everything else.”I nod complacently. They’ll give us a direct call when it’s time for our flight to begin boarding. Grayson secures my carry-on on top of his and pulls them both along behind us. True to his word, he’s been here for me leading me through when I couldn’t see my way forward. But Grayson is an Obsidian Knight.Yacine’s bitter words ring out in my ears. “Those Obsidian Knights, don’t trust a single one of them. Especially not the handsome devils. They’re

AbigailAfter we ate a light dinner, I was mentally and physically exhausted. I just wanted a shower and to climb into a warm bed with Grayson wrapped around me. I promised him I’d make it up to him in the morning, but for right now, I just needed to sleep.He’d been very sweet about it and encouraged me to get my rest because tomorrow promised to be a very trying day. I’m a little sick inside when I think about what Luther will think over my refusal to go with his stooges and even more so over what he’ll think when I don’t step off the plane at JFK.You don’t piss off Luther Harrison and walk away unscathed. Not unless you have equally powerful allies in the Obsidian Order. But did I overreact? Was it really necessary to stab my father in the back by contracting with the son of his worst enemy? In effect, I’ve shifted my allegiance from Harrison to Bennett. They’re all under the same Obsidian Order, just opposite ends of the organization. There are rules they must play by or face the