Jade was sprawled on the couch with her laptop, where she’d been since Paris dropped her off. She looked down at her stomach and came to the realization: she really had to stop eating out. As much as she loved fast food, that had been her fifth meal out in two days. Not good. Tomorrow! Tomorrow s...
Paris was on the phone, looking up from his computer and acknowledging her with a quick quirk of his lips. Since her hands were occupied with a tray of coffee and a grimoire, she jerked her head in the direction of the Queen Anne chairs in front of the fireplace and headed there. She saw Paris ti...
Another nightmare. If she slept and didn’t have one, Jade would be suspicious and edgy, she supposed. After coming home from yoga and resolutely avoiding any reflective surfaces, she killed time streaming vids on her laptop before finally heading up to bed, feeling dread pool in her stomach with ...