May And Dawn Novels & Stories

Across the table, Damon — who'd wandered in for what he'd clearly assumed was a casual family breakfast — went very still, like a man realizing too late he'd walked into an ambush. "Mrs. Ellison—" "Diane," Mom corrected, not unkindly. "You've been feeding and housing me for a month. I think we're past formalities." "Diane," Damon amended, recovering some composure. "Yes. Maya and I are... together. Officially, as of last week."

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Eleven: Elliot's Truth The morning of the meeting was grey and still and smelled of salt coming in off the water. She was up before five. The house was quiet in the specific way it got before Rosa arrived — a baseline quiet, the house itself breathing.

She looked at Eve. She looked at Damian and Damon behind Eve. She looked back at Eve. "You brought both of them," she said. Eve stared at her. "Maya...." "I'm just saying." Maya stood up, brushing down her clothes with the casual efficiency of someone preparing to leave a mildly disappointing restaurant. "I've been sitting in this room for four days and you show up at....." she glanced at the window, ".....what time is it, five in the morning? With both of your extremely large husbands and no snacks." She picked up a small bag from the floor beside the chair....packed, Eve realized, already packed, like she'd been ready to leave the moment the door opened. "I expected at least a granola bar.