“Then I’ll leave you to rest.” The doctor answers, thankfully not seeming offended by my response. “But I hope you’ll reach out to me if you have any questions or concerns.” I nod and he leaves. I’d just started to burrow deeper into my nest, seeking the lingering scent of my mate from the last tim
3rd Person Cora wasn’t sure what she was doing. Her sister needed her, so why was she walking away from Ella’s suite? Why wasn’t she offering to help make arrangements for a funeral, or trying to help Henry convince the stubborn Luna to accept her loss and focus on caring for herself and the baby?
“Of course not!” Cora countered sharply. “I knew you would be sad, I just wasn’t prepared for you to be quite so…” She trailed off, trying to find the right word before he growled and she involuntarily squeaked, “rabid.” Roger laughed without humor. “Why not? Don’t you think I’m some sort of monste
Ella Four days. Four days since Sinclair’s car was bombed in West Vanara, and four days since I last heard his voice. I refuse to believe he’s gone. I know the others have given up hope, but they don’t know my mate like I do, and they don’t have our bond. I don’t know where he is or why we haven’t
I’m reaching for her, and to my surprise, she comes into my arms. “At first, I didn’t want to live without him. I fell into a terrible depression, and nothing anyone tried could bring me out of it. It wasn’t until a couple of months later, when Sophie woke me up in the middle of the night.” Isabel s
Ella Isabel stares after me with her mouth gaping open in shock, not moving from the bed. I don’t pause to put on appropriate clothing or even don shoes, instead sprinting to my door and pressing my ear to the wood. After a moment Isabel recovers and comes to stand beside me. “What are you doing?”
I dart out past them, ignoring their cries of surprise, and take off into the city. Within moments I hear footsteps pounding the pavement behind me, and I smell Philippe’s familiar aroma at my back. I curse in my head, there’s no way I can outrun the guards – I can barely manage a jog, cradling my b
Sinclair It had all happened very slowly. I heard the deafening noise, felt the excruciating heat of the blast, but when the explosion struck my body was thrown from the car. I remember sailing through the air, feeling as though I was traveling through water as flames and entropy eviscerated the