3rd Person James froze, staring at Isabel in shock and amazement. “Are you serious?” He inquired, not wanting to get his hopes up in case it was all a jest, or some strange test. Isabel only flushed, starting to backtrack. “I… well, I just thought… I mean–” She stammered, looking anywhere but at
Sensing that no one was in immediate danger, Roger relaxed slightly, taking full advantage of the opportunity to soothe her. “I’ve got you, just take a minute. I’m not going anywhere.” “Liar!” Cora accused breathlessly, pointing a finger at him. “You’re… flying back… to the continent.” “I meant I’
Ella Warm hands trail over my bare skin as I come awake, tracing the curve of my belly, outlining the shape of my breasts. Sinclair’s perusal is slow and steady, not meaning to arouse, but merely explore. My back is flush to his chest, and his broad shoulders offer endless support for my aching spi
“Not really.” I confess. “I’m not sure what to expect. I remember some of the details you shared about your visits, but there were so many. Besides, the delegations are so large I’m going to need a cheat sheet just to keep them all straight.” “Gabriel and his staff are going to be our living cheat
Sinclair The entire capital seems to have turned out to welcome the delegations from around the continent, for beyond the palace gates there is a sea of excited onlookers, clamoring to watch the parade of Alpha’s approach the summit. Gabriel and I lead our party down the palace steps to await them,
“Then let them search, they’ve never found us before.” The Storm Forest leader scoffs. “They’ve never known we existed before.” The King reminds him, a warning note in his voice. At that point, a silken voice pipes up beside me. “Not to mention the damage which would be done to the human communiti
Ella I’m exhausted after the feast, but I know our work isn’t yet complete. Roger hasn’t finished his report about the refugee crisis back home and though I realize the situation is urgent, I’m not eager to discuss it. I feel like my heart and mind are maxed out on thought and emotion, so delving e
“Well, how was the grand feast?” James asks, sounding both genuinely interested and apprehensive. “You’d know if you’d accepted our invitation.” Sinclair replies easily, a distinct hint of amusement in his voice. “I’m a soldier, I don’t have anything to talk about with people like that.” James cou