Ivy Asher Books In Order Novels & Stories

“It’s ours. And if we don’t sort this mess, it’s gone for good.” “Sort what?” She shook the letter hard, paper crackling like dry leaves. “This crap? Some dead guy’s ramblings? I didn’t ask for his riddles.” Vivienne let out a sigh, soft and prissy, the kind that made Sienna want to smash something. “You got roped in the second you were his kid. Like it or not, you’re stuck with it.”

Asher I watched Ivy storm out of the bedroom and scowled. Lately, I was having a very hard time recognizing myself and the way I was behaving with her. And it wasn’t about sharing my space. I was not some stupid baby boy who hated sharing toys. No, it was something else. It was the thought of sharing the space with her. I lose control around Ivy. The way she makes me feel just by existing, just by breathing, scares the living daylights out of me.

Before this, I never believed the immortal lands existed until now. Asher shrugs his coat off. I watch the movement, as he rests it on the bench. "Aspen," Asher says carefully. I can hear the tone of his voice; hear why his brother seemed so afraid of him. "What is Alaya doing here, away from where she belongs? And out of bed, too."

Asher’s POV The moment I stepped through the front door, the weight on my shoulders didn’t disappear, but for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe. The fight was over. The mafia was done. And I was finally home. I didn’t stop to take off my coat or set down my bag. I moved through the house with one thought in my mind, Ivy. She was in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book resting on her lap. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun, strands falling around her face. She looked tired, lost in thought, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of the pages.

Ivy, traitor that she was, found the entire thing delightful. “I like this packing method,” she said, sounding far too satisfied inside my head. “Very hands-on. Very educational.” “Ivy, they are delaying us.” “Yes. Beautifully.” “You’re useless.” “I am bonded, not blind. Let them continue.” I tried to stand with a stack of folded pants, but Asher caught my wrist and gently pulled me back against his chest. “Sit down, little queen. Watch your two loyal servants work.” “Servants?” I repeated, looking from him to Kane. “You two would start a war over who carries the luggage first.”

Emmy sat in the archive room surrounded by the new Books of Names. Dimitrius placed another volume before her. “Lyssara.” Emmy looked up. “What?” “We should add her.” Emmy opened the book. She wrote carefully. LYSSARA. FIRST DAUGHTER. VAMPIRE BLOOD. LOVED RED SHOES EVEN IF AURORA CLAIMS OTHERWISE. TAUGHT AURORA TO READ. REMEMBERED. Dimitrius read it. “Is the shoe detail historically necessary?” “Yes.” “I suspected you’d say that.”