Semua Bab Alpha Maddox's Mortal Temptation : Bab 101 - Bab 105

“She never mentioned the Weres to me, not even in passing. But she didn’t love her colleagues in the financial division. Maybe she was angling for a better job and exploring nonfinancial stories. Though she would have told me.”Would she? She was clearly hiding stuff from you, a nagging voice offers. I shush it. “I do know that she wouldn’t have gone public with a story that had the potential to endanger a child.”I’m not sure Lucien believes me, but he strokesjaw, carefully gathering his thoughts. “Either way, our priorities match.”“We both want to find out who told Anna about Daisy.”For the first time since this sham marriage—no, for the first time since that hag Anna didn’t show up to help me change my sheets, I feel a real, genuine burst of hope. L. E. Grayson is not just a stray breadcrumb, but a thread to hold on to and tug at.“I’m going to give you access to whatever technology you need—not that you ever asked for my permission,” he adds with a drawl.“You should look into A

Turns out, I was wrong about the full moon.It’s further ahead than I thought, three whole nights, and the day before, Mick orders me not to leave my room—ideally—or the house, under any circumstances. He still looks out for me, but I haven’t had a guard camped outside my door since my conversation with Lucien.“How come?” I ask curiously. “I mean, I’ll do as you say. But what’s so different about the full moon?”“It takes a really powerful Were to shift when the moon is small—and a really powerful Were to not shift when it’s big. All Weres will be in their most dangerous form, including many youths who have little self-control. Better not test them with unusual scents.”I laugh at his old-man-yells-at-a-cloud eye roll, but later that night the persistent howling that seems to be all over the lakeshore gets to me. When my door opens without warning, I’m much jumpier than usual.“Daisy.” I exhale and set aside my book. It’s about a nosy elderly Were lady who solves murder mysteries in

I let out a befuddled snort and everyone turns to me curiously. “Sorry. Carry on, please.”I’m proud of the way I cut my meatloaf and move the crackers around the plate to mimic a half-eaten meal. But I’m not very good at using cutlery, and the context—a meal, shared—is as foreign to me as crocodile wrestling. Daisy, of course, notices.“Why is she acting like that?” she whispers theatrically from the head of the table, pointing at my ramrod straight spine, the way I lift and lower my fork like an animatronic puppet.“She’s just not very good at this. Be kind,” Lucien murmurs back from next to me.Daisy nods owl-eyed, and moves the conversation to the important matter of whether she’ll get a new pair of roller skates before her birthday, what color they might be, will they have glitter, and, more important, will Juno take her to the rink to practice.I get to observe Lucien when he’s relaxed. He pretends not to know what roller skates are to irk Daisy just a little bit, or that her bi