Laces By Tempi Lark Novels & Stories

I ask, and Lucy gave a little shy shrug. “I may have been to a couple,” Lucy replied, looking shyly down at the ground. “Do you have a death wish?” I asked her. “If they ever found out you were a Silver Moon, they’d rip you to shreds.” “It’s not like they have some sort of book of faces of other pack members, Freya,” Lucy argued. “Besides, aren’t you some sort of outcast? Can’t you do whatever you want now?” “But Raven—“ “—Raven isn’t here, and it’s not like she’ll never know,” Lucy says with a wink as she grabs my hand. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I have the perfect outfit for you!”

"We have nothing to do with your family heirloom or your leader's death." The scarred lycan laughed in a harsh, bitter sound. "Do you think we're fools?" he said. "We have evidence that proves you're lying." Clara, Scarlett's mother, stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "What evidence?" she demanded. "You're just making this up." The scarred lycan held out a small bag, the lycans around him snarling and growling. "This was found near the scene of the crime," he said. "It belongs to your pack."

Miranda simply took it that she was tired and had not yet fully recovered her energy. Before long, Lady Lark raised a hand to cover a small yawn. Her smile lingered, yet it had grown languid, fragile at the edges. “Forgive me, Miranda,” she murmured, “but I find myself growing ever more drowsy. I think I should close my eyes for a while. Still, do stay a little longer in my absence—finish the pastries, and let me know you liked them.” She offered a few parting pleasantries, then leaned back. At her signal, the maids moved quickly, arranging cushions and covering her with a fine, light blanket embroidered with threads of gold.

I called out. The door opened and I looked up from my desk to see Lark walking in with her finch, Grace, on her shoulder. She closed the door behind her and I leaned back in my chair. I put my elbow on the armrest and offered her my upturned hand. She crossed the room and placed her hand in mine. I brought my other arm up and brought her to sit in my lap. “I want to bring something up to you,” I told her. “Ok.” “Lance and I have agreed that we want to claim you as our mate. How do you feel about that?” I asked.

He looked up and down at her in a silver dress and licked his lips. He stepped near her before whispering, “...by the way, my proposal is still ongoing. In case you change your mind…. Ah! Porca puttana!” Evan cursed under his breath with pinched eyes when Liam stabbed a Barbie pin to his thigh hard. It was given to him by his mother for emergency purposes like today.