Three months of brutal captivity. Three months of attempting to recover. How in the Three Hells could she respond to any man, let alone the one who’d made her a prisoner again and who’d endangered the most important people in her life? Was this sudden awaking of her most primal self part of the r...
“Ordering flat ink,” he said as he rose. “Going down to the studio?” “Please.” “No problem. Hand over the box,” he said. “You’re not going down those steps with that.” “Why is it okay for you to?” He t...
“It isn’t magic! It’s—another sense. I can’t shut it off! And your containment unit doesn’t contain.” Murmur cleared his throat and looked at the soldier. The muzzle of the rifle wavered. “May we ground? It will reduce the st...
Jayleia closed her eyes and propped her elbows on her knees, hands hanging, letting her hair fall, bells tinkling, to shield her from Damen’s gaze. She had to resist the urge to grit her teeth. “Jayleia. What’s wrong?” “It’s all questions and no answers,” she grumbled. “I have two code phrases th...