She'd promised the man a pie and Mina took her promises very seriously, especially when it came to baking. The big insanely handsome man had calls to make before they cold relax and it was either bake, get in the way, or hide in a corner or fret. So of course it was honeybear pie time. Mina made...
During the day, the drive north was gorgeous—all mountains and sea and rolling hills. But at night it was all darkness and headlights. A sea of tail lights floated ahead of the bus, like embers from a fire blowing in the wind. She’d burned down her life—not on purpose, but the results couldn’t be...
They’d been out of the citadel two hours, making their way through disused paths more suitable for deer than people. Or whatever Michael was. Thinking about the cold burning itch where the queen’s lips had touched her, or the soreness in her neck where the crazy bitch had grabbed her kept her dis...