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Take care of Maylee. A bitter, twisted grin—more of a grimace, really—crawled onto his lips as he made his way down the hall and back to Alyce. They were close, it seemed—Maylee and Roje—but not close enough, apparently, for Maylee to share the sordid tale of her murdering beast of a brother...

The sleeping room? Maylee frowned as she fell in step beside Razial, trying to work out the significance of such a bizarre name. She had been in a room, yes, and she had been sleeping, when she had first met Razial. Had that been the sleeping room? Admittedly, she hadn't gotten a good look of...

Maylee kept her eyes trained on the ground, her heart hammering desperately in her ears as she waited for Sage to tell Razial what he heard. She was squeezing her fists together, she realized, in anxiety, and she hurriedly loosened them and then wiped the clammy surface of her palms on the...

A cold, heavy dread pervaded her being, hanging down from her shoulders like frost overtaking the eaves of a roof. What happened next—it depended on the minotaur. Maylee clamped her teeth shut behind her lips and swallowed thickly, vowing privately that, no matter what happened, she must do...

Coda kept his eyes narrow, his breath low through his teeth as he listened to the room around him like a predator listening for the footfalls of the prey it was stalking. Quickly, he tried to piece together dynamics, figure out what was happening: this Wendy, whom he hadn't met before, seemed...

Coda stiffened a little when he heard his name spoken at his shoulder. (Well, not his name. That thing he called himself.) The sound of it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. There was only one person behind him, and he had never heard a sound like that—so quiet, so...

Maylee held her jaw shut as firmly as she could, hoping the tension would keep the fear dancing in her chest from showing on her face. So the mouse they were hunting was a shifter, indeed—and a rather special one at that, it seemed. She had never heard of a shifter who could take on the form of...

Winnie flinched and immediately flattened herself against the nearest wall at the sound of a fist pounding on the door. Already—? Had Key changed his mind, decided she wasn't worth this second chance after all, and returned to dispatch her as he had to the limousine driver who had outlived his...

Coda's gaze darted sharply from Alyce, to the coven member she decided to engulf in deadly flames, and then back. It was clear in her movements, her mannerisms, her speech, that she was not quite... there, so to speak. The exaggerated tilt of her neck, the wide and unblinking stare, the musical...

Miss Song. Maylee suppressed a shudder at the name. In a way, it was a sort of twisted reward—for her to have a name rather than a dehumanizing moniker—but it rang unpleasantly in her ears, a discordant note. In using such a formal address (surely in a patronizing manner), Razial was erasing...

Winnie peered up at Banks in alarm at the rumbling sound that issued from him—for a fleeting, horrifying moment, she wondered if he was going to start screaming and vomiting again as he had when he had first awoken to his new life, but moments passed, and he remained calm and still. It was a...

What greeted her inside the garden was far more than just a mouse. Maylee glanced cautiously around the interior as soon as Razial allowed her entry, and she frowned, still trying to pick up any clues she could as to her whereabouts. Wherever this place was, it was somewhere that could support...

Razial may have been teasing, yes, but the mere thought of him deciding Cillian worthy of punishment was terrifying enough to freeze every cell in her body. She stood trembling and silent before Razial, afraid letting any more words slip through her tongue would create more trouble for Cillian...

So much more entertaining when they're supernatural creatures. Coda fired an alarmed glance at the little leopard that Alyce had handed off to Roje to watch. He thought of the first time he had seen it, when he had been visiting Alyce's quarters with Phoenix, and how he had wondered whether the...

Maylee stiffened in surprise at Cillian's touch. After what she had done—after the twisted, violent end to the fleeting dream of their relationship—she would have expected him to recoil from her in disgust, but instead he pressed that once-familiar warmth into her, sending a shiver through her...

Winnie clung close to Banks's side for the entire (mercifully short) journey to their new quarters, drawing from his presence comfort to temper the distress brought on by Key and the other guards. She took long, clumsy strides, painfully aware of how much shorter her legs were than everyone...

Maylee's fingers dug painfully into her sides as she squeezed her midsection, trying to blot out the pain with pressure. With a flash of panic, she wondered whether she was going to pass out; when this had happened before, happened for real, she had slipped into a darkness she had thought would...

Winnie could tell, through Key's body language if not through his eyes (his sunglasses always precluded her from establishing an empathy connection with him, not that she suspected he had any), that he was tired of dealing with a little peon like her, and the information couldn't have come as...

(CONTENT WARNING: DISCUSSION OF SUICIDE) A pang of dismay rippled through her when Razial scorned her display of magic as 'trying too hard,' a familiar sting that had defined her from her earliest memories. Just like Mama. Nothing had ever been good enough for the sharp-eyed, cold-shouldered...

By the time the stone door creaked open to allow Razial re-entry, Maylee had so immersed herself in her training that she scarcely noticed; arms outstretched in front of her, veins alight, lungs heaving for air. Sweat drenched her face, suctioning her newly-short hair to her forehead and cheeks...