EIGHT LORELAI STARED AT the Eldrians, her cheeks heating. The handsome boy with the golden eyes and wild hair was a king? What would a king be doing walking into Tranke with only two escorts, both of whom looked no older than Lorelai herself? The boy seemed just as uncomfortable as she felt. He w...
We push our way toward the stairwell while people fling frantic questions at our backs. What happened? Who did this? Is anyone hurt? I don’t have any answers for them, but since Logan looks like he’s about to pass out, and Quinn would rather eat dirt than speak up when a crowd is watching him, it...
Behind them, the twelve members of the Brute Squad march through the Square, two by two. The lead pair reaches the stage, halts, and pivots to face each other. Each subsequent pair also stops and faces each other until they’ve formed a tight, citizen-free aisle between them. Another three long pe...
Dad’s voice is full of mean as I leave my room and walk down a short set of stairs to our home’s main room, which is built around the trunk of the oak tree. I push my shoulder-length black hair away from my face and skirt the edge of the trunk, heading toward the cooking stove in the corner where...