The Marlow Novels & Stories

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Marley walked through a narrow pathway using a face cap to hide her face. She clenched the bag dangling from her shoulder tightly and passed a group of men who were drinking and whispering to one another. Their whispers quietened when they saw Marley and one of the men stood in her path abruptly making her halt her step. “Hey pretty.” He cooed and bent his head a little to peek at her face. “What is a pretty woman like you doing in a place like this? You are one hell of a pretty lady and I would love to see how pretty you will look naked on my bed.”

Even the hunters’ noises pause, as if the woods itself is holding its breath. “What… what is this?” I whisper. Kaelen lowers his voice. “The Veil Path. Only ancient blood can open it.” Before I can protest, he grabs my wrist. The bark splits open. A portal of swirling shadow and moonlight yawns before us. “NOPE,” I say immediately, backing up. “Do you know what that looks like? A horror movie opening scene. I am not getting eaten by a tree.” “You’re going in,” he says calmly.

And it's comical how my darling husband is nowhere to be found after the scene he just pulled. World's No. 1 Asshole. Marco pulls out a flask from his jacket and takes a swig, he eyes me, probably waiting for me to ask. "Fuck it," I mumble and grab it from his hand. I down most of it before he stops me. "Whoa, whoa, easy there girl." he laughs a throaty laugh, an attractive one I must admit. "It's been a couple of rough weeks." I roll my eyes at the thought of it.

"We have to assume that there are more of them on the island. We need to move fast and find Nora." I nod in agreement. We can't afford to waste any time. Marlow shifts back to his human form, his eyes glinting. "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go." We head into the boiler room, where the boiler hums and a bit of smoke from the fire still hangs in the air. "Where's the secret tunnel?" I ask Marlow. "Right there." He points at a spot along the wall that's half-covered in boards. "They must have been covering it up," Brynn says. "That's what they were doing in here."

DRAVEN’S POV High Admiral Marrow did not offer an immediate vow. He was an old sea wolf who had survived forty winters of imperial court intrigue by measuring every current before setting sail. He picked up the royal dispatches once more, his weathered thumb tracing the deep impression of the King's personal seal. When he finally looked up, his pale blue eyes were cold as arctic sea ice.

But it was proof, however small, that Professor Winthrop's warning carried real hope alongside its caution, and Marlowe held onto that proof deliberately as she made her way back toward Thistlebrook House, notably more prepared than she'd been that morning for whatever came next. Talia found her in the unused classroom near the end of the practice session, drawn by some instinct Marlowe had stopped questioning weeks ago. "You're glowing," Talia observed, taking in the faint silver-white light still tracing Marlowe's fingertips. "Good glowing, I mean. Not the alarming kind from the warding incident."

"If we're doing this, I'm not staying behind either. Whatever's happening to you, Mar, I'm not losing you again in the same week I just got you back." The side passage was tighter than the main tunnel, forcing them into single file, cold stone pressing close on both sides as they climbed steadily upward. Marlowe kept one hand trailing along the wall, grounding herself against the rising panic clawing at the edges of her composure, counting her own footsteps as a way to keep from imagining every possible outcome waiting for them at the top. The passage opened at last onto a narrow ledge overlooking the ravine from above, and the sight below stole whatever breath Marlowe had managed to steady

Edmund three weeks old with his grandfather's name and his mother's eyes and apparently my eyebrows. Daniel two blocks from the water building things under his own name. Griffin answering questions a three week old cannot ask yet. Marcus and Sebastian on Fridays. Margaret with her window boxes and Archie and the twenty year game that landed exactly where she intended. All of it. Every piece of it. Exactly right. As it had always been going to be. From the moment a woman raised a paddle at a charity auction for a Maine vacation rental with a kitchen facing the ocean and looked across the room and found someone looking back.

Tom Marlow stood behind me, a glass of champagne in his hand and that polished smile I had learned not to trust. “Mr. Marlow.” “I was beginning to wonder if I'd get a chance to speak with you tonight.” “You've found one.” Tom chuckled. “Still sharp.” He sat down in the empty chair beside me, Alec's. I shifted slightly in my chair. “How are you enjoying the party?” “It's been interesting.” “Interesting?” He raised a brow. “That's a very diplomatic answer.” “I'm here for business, Mr. Marlow.” “So am I.” His eyes flicked toward the bar. “Though I have to admit, I was surprised to see you arrive with Alec Rivera.”