Sylvia Day Bared To You Series Order Novels & Stories

The second was a hated number he knew by heart. “Arnold,” he said, “I’m ready to trade.” THE next morning, gray rain streaked the windows on the drive north to San Francisco. Sylvia wore a black dress and black raincoat, appropriate for either a death in the family or for any woman being traded away like a used car. She glanced for the tenth time at Xavier sitting beside her in the backseat of the black SUV. He continued to ignore her.

If souls could die, I would choose death again without hesitation. Mona suddenly turned silent as she stared at the empty air in a daze. Her sight seemed to see past life and death, and her gaze locked onto me. I almost believed that she could see me at that moment. However, she was only in a momentary daze as she muttered, "Are you watching, Sean? Do you hate me? Do you hate me for lying to you? For not being there to protect you when you were most frightened? Wait for me. I promise I'll find you."

now seemed to melt like a thawing glacier, filled with emotions I couldn't even begin to understand. "Nova Grayson," he said my name slowly. "Let me see your phone." My stomach sank. "Why do you want to see my phone? Mr. Gilmore, this is private…" "I want to see what your so-called fiance looks like," he said evenly, but his words carried an undeniable authority. "You said his hands are nice, right? I assume his wallpaper reflects that?" A shiver ran down my spine. My lock screen really was a close-up of Mr. Y's hand, but my home screen showed my cat—the same one on his computer.

And somewhere in the back of my mind… that whisper returned. The same one Clarissa had planted earlier that day. You need leverage. I pushed the thought away. This was just… a phase. A moment. He had almost lost me. Of course he was holding on tighter. That made sense. Didn’t it? ---- Morning came too quickly. Or maybe it never really came at all. I must have dozed off at some point, because when I opened my eyes again, sunlight was already filtering through the curtains. Zane was awake. Watching me.

Demitri rolled his eyes and dropped Becca's hand, letting her rub her eyes and charge ahead. "Uh Becky?" Demitri called. "Yeah?" Becca answered. "Did you sit in something?" Demitri asked. Becca turned and looked at the back of her jeans. A red mark was forming at her crotch. Embarrassed, she tied her sweater around her waist. She knew this day would happen; it was bound to. She didn't think it would happen in front of Demitri, she thought it would be with her mom. Stupid womb producing stupid blood! This was the first time it had happened.

Layla's POV On the morning of the fourth day, I finally opened my eyes. Light streamed through the window, and I realized—I could feel everything. Every herb, every plant across the entire territory. The evening primrose on the eastern slope had just sprouted new shoots. The blood-clot flowers in the western valley were in full bloom. Even the wolf-spirit grass buried deep underground, not yet broken through the soil, trembled faintly at the edge of my awareness.

[Sylvia's POV] Morning sunlight stabbed through the gap in my curtains. I woke up with a heavy gasp, my skin burning. I looked down and saw the oversized black Henley shirt clinging to my body. Alaric's shirt. The deep scent of dark chocolate and the sharp ozone of a thunderstorm filled my lungs. Instantly, the memory of last night crashed into my mind. I remembered the heavy weight of his body pinning me down. I remembered his hot, rough palm pressing against my most sensitive flesh. The agonizing, slow circles. The way my body completely shattered in his arms.

Sylvia's POV Morning light filtered through the windows as I stood outside Astrid's room, my resolve hardened by last night's revelations. No more games. No more manipulation. This had to end. I knocked sharply. "It's me, Sylvia. Astrid. We need to talk." She opened the door with that perfectly practiced innocent expression. "Oh, Luna! What a surprise..." "Save it." I pushed past her into the room, then stopped cold. I was surprised to see on her dresser sat my mother's silver urn—the one thing I had left of her, the most precious possession in my entire home.

“Dock two. I'll see you soon.” I hung up the phone and did a happy dance across the room. I had the rest of the day to play with my new favorite person. I quickly changed into a cute, red two-piece with polka dots, a pair of board shorts, and a light t-shirt. Sunscreen and a towel went in a bag and with a pair of sandals on my feet, I was out the door in no time.

The mention of our evening plans at the club made my stomach twist with anxiety. "You can leave now." Daniel's dismissal was curt. I didn't linger, my feet carrying me out of his room with a sense of relief. Two thoughts lingered in my mind like a shadow: Daniel's relentless pursuit on finding out who Carl's girlfriend is, and his unexpected calmness after the previous night's drama. I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand, dialing Doctor Bryan's number to arrange for the hangover pills, which he promised would be delivered in half an hour time. ***