Grace Harper has always been unwanted—until fate binds her to the cold, powerful Lycan King. As secrets unravel and danger rises, Grace must face a truth more powerful than love or freedom: she wasn’t born to escape her past… she was born to rewrite it. And the king who never wanted her might be the one who can’t let her go.
I click my tongue in disappointment. “Still the same parlor tricks. Still the same business model. Still the same terrible security.” “What I do is necessary,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “The balance-“ “Save the lecture. I’ve heard it from better witches than you.” I release the pressure just enough to let her breathe. “What…
The night air is humid, but still easier to breathe in than the stifling formality of this banquet. “Your patience is commendable,” Jack-Eye murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. “Though I suspect it’s running thin.” “This circus serves no purpose.” My fingers drum against the stone balustrade. “I need to get back to…
I rub at my eyebrow again, waiting. But she doesn’t read it, or respond. The audacity of Grace’s little nuisance. [CAINE: If anything changes with her condition, I expect to be informed immediately.] Still nothing. I slam the phone down beside me, causing Thom to flinch violently, nearly toppling backward. “You’ll be joining us for…
Jack-Eye’s somehow procured a charcoal suit, fitting him perfectly despite his broad shoulders and well above-average height. If I didn’t know better, I would think he brought it with him. Even his shoes are polished. “High Alpha,” he says, looking me over, “are you sure you don’t want a suit?” “No.” The tactical gear I’m…
“I don’t know. Call room service.” She scowls. “Just do as I say, or I’m putting ‘Fucked to death by a werewolf’ on your headstone.” A laugh bursts out before I can stop it, echoing in the sterile room. “You wouldn’t.” “Watch me.” She flicks her rainbow hair over her shoulder. “I know a guy…
I should have reacted so much sooner. I bite down hard on his palm. At least I have enough strength for this much. He jerks his hand back with a curse, and I scream again, louder. My hands scrabble at the rail of the bed, trying to yank my heavy body up. Move, move, move,…
Keep watch. Something isn’t right here. Always watching, my King. His mental voice is syrup-sweet and obsequious. Enough. I break the connection as Marsh pulls into a curved driveway before the largest house yet. Stone facade, three-car garage. Several cars are parked on the street out front. “Alpha Ian’s residence,” Marsh announces. “And the pack…
Jack-Eye jerks his thumb toward the ceiling. “The wizard doesn’t like being around shifters. Gets the shakes.” He drops his voice to a mock whisper. “I think we scare him.” Elizabeth chuckles. “And Andrew?” “In another bedroom.” Confined. Good. Marsh clears his throat. “If that’s all, High Alpha, I’ll return to Alpha Halloway. We still…
Lyre’s pulled her phone out and frowned at it at least fifteen times in the past few minutes, driving me mildly batty. My nurse fiddles with a new bag of IV fluids, having saved us from the incessant squawking of whatever machine they have attached to a pole. A few buttons beep, and clear fluid…
“Did you hint at it? Tell him you wanted revenge?” “Of course not.” She leans back, satisfied. “Then it wasn’t because of you. It was because of him. His choice. His code. You can’t take responsibility for how their life works, Grace.” Am I listening to the devil? Because somehow, the guilt eases. Not gone,…