Missy's Choice (Book 3 A Wolf Affair Trilogy)

 I was brushing the mud off of Peter’s muscled rump when my grandfather entered the stable.   He stood at the doorway leading to the pasture and said, “I’ve always loved this view.”“You’ve been here before, then?” I stupidly asked.He chuckled.  “Many times, my dear girl.  Many times.”  He grabbed a brush and started to groom Daisy. “I gifted these horses to Pinky during my last visit about five years ago.”“Pinky?” I said with confusion.“Your great grandmother Westinghouse,” he said with a wink.  “Her nick name was Pinky.”  With a chuckle, he added, “It’s a long story.”“You’ll have to tell it sometime,” I said with a giggle.  I couldn’t imagine how my great grandmother managed to acquire such a nick name, but I was certain that the story would be interesting.

My crafty fiancé somehow managed to get my grandfather and his cousin - my ex-lover - engaged in a serious game of  checkers.  When he was confident that we wouldn’t be missed, he swept me out of the terrarium for a grand tour of his home. Even though I’d been exposed to such grandeur when  I was in Kenton’s home, the circumstances around my being there dulled my ability to really appreciate it.   I was so thrilled to be able to take my time and really explore the grandeur that had been accumulated through time that my feet barely touched the floor.He hurried me through the main rooms; allowing me just enough time to admire the fresco painted ceilings, highly polished antique furniture, and interesting wall hangings, but not enough time to get the story behind how they came into his home.  When we reached the second floor, it was clear to me why. He took my hand and pulled me at such a fast pace

My mother scrambled to provide refreshments while Eliza and Ebenezer chatted with me about the early years of raising my father and their disappointment that he opted not to stand as next in line for the crown.  They didn’t blame my mother for my father’s decision, since he’d made it long before he met and married her.  There was just a weakness in Walter Cramby that they couldn’t explain that prevented him from bearing the responsibilities he’d been born to.I had to admire my mother’s ability to keep her cool and play hostess to a royal couple while not being intimidated.  I have to admit that, once my grandmother joined my grandfather, I found them to be a powerful force to be in the presence of.  I eyed Kenton as best I could to observe how he was doing, since he was the most in awe of them.  It seemed to me that the longer he was in their company, the more at ease he became.  That pleased me.  Don&rsq

Pricilla may have thought herself strong enough to “take it”, but I questioned my own ability to do so almost as soon as I saw my surroundings and things began to happen. I was guided into a large, white, and very sterile looking room that was what I’d always imagined an operating room to look like.  Pricilla was told to stand against the far wall and to not move a muscle if she was to be allowed to stay with me.  Apparently, it didn’t matter what the princess said or wanted, in the “torture chamber” the doctors ruled.  End of subject.They had me step behind a screen and remove my clothes.  I was handed a white hospital gown to put on.  It fell to my ankles and tied in a way that left only my head, neck, arms, and feet exposed as I stepped out from behind the screen and climbed up onto a steel table with a thick padding to lie on.There were two doctors in attendance.  A woman, named Dr. Ba

I found Fairy Land to be a beautiful place.   The people were friendly and respectful; not just of the royal family, but of each other.  The landscaping couldn’t have been more beautiful than if it had come from a Constable painting.I thought parts of the castle to be old and slightly creepy, but they were the parts that either weren’t frequented or weren’t lived in by the royal family.One day, Pricilla snuck me into the dungeons.  “This is where that wicked Godwin Walters will end up,” she whispered.I looked around in fascination.  The place was dark and dank with a smell of mold that assaulted my nose long before I’d crossed the threshold to its main room.  I couldn’t imagine a living creature lasting long in a place like that.  Since the fairies were a far gentler species than the vampires, it made me wonder what type of environment poor Kenton was forced to exist in for forty yea