Nora Roberts Stand Alone Books Novels & Stories

I sank into my seat before glancing up at her. Nora stood across the table, her hands pressed against the wood, confidently relaxed; her hands steady on either side of her, as if she had incinerated enough supernatural bullshit to keep that neutrality forever. Elias stood behind her against the rock wall, arms crossed, and a looping helix of faint gold runes orbiting above his fingers.

my heart broke on hearing his defeated voice. "I just wanted it to stop. Mom and Dad are dead and Aunt Meghan killed them. We're Werewolves and we're rouges too. How I'm I supposed to handle all of that Abby? How?" We were both a sore sight, sitting on the bathroom floor crying our eyes out with a tub full of bloody water, about three feet away from us.