"I thought you would be pleased." Henri-André V leaned back, making his desk chair creak under his weight. His tone was mild and slightly amused as he regarded his youngest son. "I have tried to take your feelings and wishes into account in every step of this process. I am not necessitating that ...
Ottoman Aimé tossed the paper across the room, watching the pages flutter down against the far wall. Really, if he read one more article talking about his 'dark eyes', 'olive complexion', or how his voice was 'as girlish as his figure', he would personally hunt down the journalist responsible. Th...
He told himself to stop being such a fool and went to open the door. Bröndulfr was on the other side, his expression slightly concerned. “The master wants to know if you’re done?” Bröndulfr asked, and Vasilios nodded, picking up his bag. “Yes, I’m ready.” “Are you all right?” Bröndulfr asked as V...
When he'd gotten back from Liu Yi's rooms at the palace, his little room had felt darker and emptier than it had the entire time he'd lived in the city. His papers and books were spread out in front of him, but they didn't hold him enraptured as they should have. Instead, the city beyond the smal...
No one was there this early, which was how she liked it. She hung up her hat, overcoat, and walking stick at the coat rack. Pulling off her jacket, she threw it across her desk before undoing her cufflinks and turning up the sleeves of her shirt to the elbows. The Society's laboratory had been bu...