Romans & histoires Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke Audiobook

Every inch of my skin prickles, alert and terrified. In a flash, his voice is back to charismatic. “I’m glad we could reach this understanding. I hope the next time we talk, we will be more… diplomatic with each other. I truly would love to catch up. Goodbye, Esther.” The line goes dead. I continue holding the phone to my ear, listening to the dial tone. It’s hard to return to myself, when I’m trapped with one foot so solidly in the past. This threat… Worse than the orphanage?

I looked at the world—a messy, beautiful, de-standardized frontier where a wolf and a man could share a cup of tea without an audit. "Now," I said, a small, weary smile touching my lips. "We find the 199th Chapter. And we let it write itself." The Audit is Gone. The Asset is a Mother. The North is Home.

We had fixed the sky, but it seemed the earth was about to demand its pound of flesh, and we were the only ones left to pay the debt. ​“Thorne!” I screamed, turning toward the interior of the Hub, my voice cracking with the return of the terror I thought I had conquered. “Thorne, we have a problem! The world is not done with us yet!” ​I ran through the darkening corridors, the sound of my own footsteps echoing like a countdown. The silence of the Hub was gone, replaced by the low, subterranean thrum of the Fallow waking up beneath our feet. The Iron City was no longer a fortress; it was a dinner plate.

I try not to look at it. And he is missing a wolf. They left with six. They came back with five. “We need to talk,” he says through the mind link. “Do we?” My answer comes out cold. “Three days ago you didn’t seem to think talking was necessary.” “Sophia—” “Not here.” I cut the link. “Not until we are behind closed doors.” The rest of the ride feels like torture. Every mile closer to Moonstone, the weight grows. The failed talk with Shadowpeak. The rebellion that refuses to die. Reports of more packs starting to waver.

He was trying hard, in a way I had never seen him try before. It was an unfamiliar, careful effort, like someone relearning a skill they had forgotten. He paused, and his voice dropped even lower, like he was not sure he should say what came next. "You talked about wanting children. We could still—" He stopped, then continued. "We could still have them. We could start over." "Dante. Our child is dead. You were not there that night. There will be no more children."

“Wild is one word for it. ‘A complete and total shit-show’ is the technical term I’d use. But don’t worry about me. I’m paddling. This too shall pass, right?” “It always does, my girl. It always does. Just keep your head above water. Call me if you need anything.” “I will. Love you. Give the Cookie King a hug for me.” I ended the call and the smile instantly vanished. The silence of my apartment rushed back in, heavy and suffocating as I collapsed onto the sofa with the fluffy robe puffing up around me like a white cloud of despair. Well, Allison, I thought to myself. You’ve officially pissed off a witch who spies with birds, maybe two witches and your main ally is a mysterious elder who thi

Now we were doing our best to keep the chaos at bay. "Nah, man the demonic activity down here was high until about three weeks ago. Now it has all but disappeared. I have been freaked out by the drastic change." He sighed. I could hear the stress in his voice. "Well of course it has mother fucker you sent those bastards my way didn't you." I joked with him. "I've got a damn hoard problem over here." "Oh shit," A loud screeching on the other end of the phone followed Lucian's now serious tone.

“ Things are not okay, mum. Everything went sideways. Dad is now a stranger. My mate was taken away by his stepdaughter and now I'm pregnant for a man I don't even know. Nothing is fine.” It felt good to have someone to speak to about all this. “It’s okay. I know things don't seem good right now but I assure you that things will get better." I laughed. “You’re joking, right? Nothing can get better. Everything that can get worse has gone worse and I'm knee-deep in shit. Nothing will get better Mum. Nothing.” I rested my head on her shoulder. This was the one place where the world didn't seem so loud and scary anymore.

The place was on the verge of ruin. Having had enough of the same possibly bootlegged words in every book, I slammed the book shut and stood up, my frustration growing by the minute. My morning started pretty okay, as okay could go. No one interrupted my bath or magically prepared breakfast. Things were going fine until I got no immediate response from Connor or Reed. My worry swelled as different horrible scenarios crossed my mind. I sat by my bed for over an hour trying my bes to reach out to them. I wish I had telepathic powers instead.

My life is making me frustrated; these stress levels are more than I can take; God, damn it! “All we can do is wait. Observe. And hope there wasn’t another host the leech found before it was pulled back home. If they find a new host, we have a problem.” Than shrugs, as if this conversation doesn’t bother him. Well, I guess he has seen his fair share of nonsense. “Why? Would a new host change anything?” I don’t shy away from questioning him anymore. If there is something I should know before our life becomes a shitshow- he should tell me.