ÉIMHEAR Ice flooded her veins as she realized where her hand had strayed in her sleep. Her fingers were resting on Ravi’s thigh, but the edge of her pinky was against something else. The waistband of his pants occluded her vision, but she knew what she was touching. Ravi hadn’t … Continue reading →
The Empress lay awake in the darkness long after her Consort had fallen asleep, his arm draped over her waist, and wondered what was to become of her. There was something in her—she could sense it sure as she could hear Caelum’s soft breathing—that was shifting. Changing. She feared it … Continue reading →
Things had continued to grow stranger as time went on.
Continue reading →Packing up his things shouldn’t have taken so long.
Continue reading →Aro stood with his hands clasped behind his back — a familiar stance — face stoic as he watched her read the paper in her hand.
Continue reading →The next morning, she and Jules would begin their arduous trek into the mountains, beyond the borders of Athering.
Continue reading →Her bones were setting and knitting in their broken positions.
Continue reading →The funeral, against all custom, was the day after Zanny had been found, asleep in her bed.
Continue reading →She was surprised, to say the least, that she had lived this long.
Continue reading →Not even three days had passed and already there had been rebellion and an execution.
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