In an attempt to dispel the terrible vision, I blinked several times, hoping the woman would either change into someone else, or disappear altogether. The thick copper hair and finely sculpted face remained unaltered, and I was left with the unpalatable truth that Justine Rose had indeed stepped ...
“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. Going first to the windows, he opened the drapes, and then took a seat on my bed. “I’ve good and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?” I yawned and sat up. “What time is it?” It had been near sunrise when I crawled into bed afte...
The very idea beggared the mind. It made perfect sense, and no sense at all. Henry wasn’t entirely human. He was leath’dhia—part god, like me. I continued to stare at him as my world shifted to meet this new reality. A dozen heartbeats passed. Blood rushed through my veins, thawing the numbness. ...