Iris Johansen Eve Duncan Series Novels & Stories

I just stood still, completely shocked as Dan leaned forward and planted his lips on Vena's who returned his affection just as much, pushing herself forward so that she fell into him, their lips still locked together. After that day, how I saw them both changed and even though I never told anyone about what I had seen, I just knew, Dan can never be trusted and Vena was definitely not for me. Her affairs with Dan didn’t stop either and even though she later pretended to want me, I never wanted anything to do with her ever again until father decided, she'd make a suitable mate for me. **Flashback ended* “Now what are you going to do? Will you just give him everything he wants?” Iris asked quie

My eyebrows lifted as I interrupted him, but my voice was almost like a whisper. “Hi!” Janna widened her smile and extended her arm, offering her hand to me. “I’m Janna, head of the construction project -” “Nice to meet you,” I interrupted again and forced a smile as I shook hands with her, but my gaze was on Callahan. “For?” “This place is falling apart, Eve,” he answered, gritting his teeth. “Janna’s team is outside, and they’re here to inspect -” “Inspect what?”

If Damon's wolves return, we will be crushed. The brand was hotter than ever when Iris raised a quivering hand to her wrist. She felt a restless, quite lifelike pulse of energy within herself. She turned to see a young insurgent lying splayed against a tree, his respiration labored and weak. Then she walked near him without thinking. "What are you doing?" Aiden moved closer and asked.

For a few precious minutes, nobody mentioned investigations or eastern territories or Council betrayal. Just breakfast. Just family. Then footsteps sounded softly on the stairs. Haven appeared in the doorway. Thirteen today. The realization hit Iris hard enough to stop her movement entirely. How had that happened already? One second tiny hands wrapped around Iris’s fingers. The next this. Tall. Sharp-eyed. Watching the world like it was speaking in layers only she understood. Haven walked slowly into the kitchen. Too slowly. The bond between Iris and Donovan tightened instantly. Something was wrong.

“Last chance to come out by choice.” A slight pause, then the stowaway stepped into the middle of the van, head down, face hidden behind a scarf. The men froze at the tiny person standing there – this wasn’t what they’d been expecting. Not even remotely. “Fuck,” Drake said, stunned. “It’s a kid.” **** Iris stood at the back of the van, trembling wildly despite the layers of thick, heavy clothing on her body and covering her face. She glanced up quickly, then immediately wished that she hadn’t.