Chapter 273 Grace: Saving Humanity My mouth falls open. There’s no smile on his face, no hint of humor in his even tone, just dead (pardon the pun) seriousness and a mild killing intent. “You can’t kill someone for their house.” “Why not?” “Because it’s their house, Caine. They live

Chapter 272 Fighting laughter is even harder, but I manage. “Looks like the wrong order,” I comment, since he doesn’t seem capable of saying anything. Caine sets the bag and drink on the dining table. Still not a single word. He doesn’t look at the food again; no, his eyes

Chapter 271 Okay, yes, I have power. Massive power. The power to bring a Lycan King to his (metaphorical) knees and give up a ridiculous explanation I really need to hear more of and give me the most amazing kiss of my lifetime, in a dead tie with pretty much

Chapter 270 CAINE Grace deserves better. Fenris spent her entire shower hammering into me how important it is to set the scene. For example: Is stepping on rose petals romantic when they squish against your feet? Answer: No. So I scared the shit out of the kid at the front

Chapter 269 After what feels like hours but is really probably half of one in a dragged and extended scene, I manage to not only scrub myself clean but destroy every last tangle in my hair (along with discarding three more leaves). I’ve even calmed down enough to stand in

Chapter 268 His smile fades. Returns. Fades again. I sit at the edge of the bed, my hands pressed flat against the duvet and rose petals crushed beneath my palms, staring up at Caine and his fascinating changes of facial expression. A little awkward when he was clearly ready to

Chapter 267 CAINE The roses are a problem. Cloying and floral, when all I want to smell is blueberry muffins and the sweet scent of Grace’s warm skin. Especially at her throat when her pulse runs fast. I inhale through my mouth instead, determined to show my gentlemanly side instead

Chapter 266 His fingers still against my shoulder, and for whatever reason, there’s a heavy, foreboding feeling creeping into my heart. “Were you planning on doing it a second time?” he asks, his voice perfectly even-keeled and yet somehow still so very, very dangerous. All my danger senses are blaring,

Chapter 265 My cuticles don’t stand a chance. I pick at the left thumb first, then the right, then circle back to the left because there’s a hangnail that absolutely needs my full attention right now. Not the man beside me. Not the silence expanding between us like a held

Chapter 264 The console digs into my ribs. I don’t care. My knee slips, threatening to honk the horn. I don’t care about that either. All I care about is the way he angles my head for better access, the growl that vibrates through his chest when I nip at