ia's
shiny glass floor. It was as broken as
ed. My fight with Ryan was over. Now, so was our r
his jaw instead. His eyes narrowed as he scowled at me across
. He sounded annoyed. "They're not wolves. They're-troub
was a sharp, s
red more about plants than my broken heart. And Robert, her new husband who is a "different", h
hipped off, to a monste
fragile girl. I was Thalia Vance, and I did not flee from
was exactly what my
-
ng narrow, brush-covered roads.
acked while I was angry
grew thick and heavy. It smelled strange-dirt and wet leaves and something wild and alive. There was
reaky, old, iron gate. It
g, winding gravel driveway. Tall, gnarled trees grew everywhere. In th
econd skin. It looked as though it had been th
a strong, scary energy coming from the pla
though he was glad to be done. He got out first. He called m
o
ell grew stronger, filling my lungs. It made me dizzy. It was sweet
front door. It opened onto a dark, e
our of them. They weren'
re fuck
nd gave off more sheer power tha
eir eyes burned like embers in the darkness. Eve
announced. T
nd Milo." Robert rattled them off, a
was at the forefront, a mass of muscle and dark, dangerou
the air from the room. He did not smile. He did not move. He just looked at
ence. His black hair hung over his face. It made his face look stern. Although when
ell, yet they appeared to hold a more timeless gri
mmed with anticipation. His eyes were wide and hungry, not
trange werewolf people? Clear
I don't want to
. Thalia, just. go find a room. Occupy your
smooth, unroughened. Cooling. "I can take her to a room, Father." His
alia, I'll be in the study. Don't make trouble
led me anyway, my bag slung over my shoulde
lence was strange. There was no sound, really, except our steps. He st
" he said. He
w dro
bnoxiously, na
oss his face. It uncovered the sharp planes of his j
least ge
me "sis" was almost. familiar. Perhaps he's not so bad af
e held me close and warm.
Th
y back. It rested too long. Then it slowly, s
. My eyes narrowed
-like- He didn't just touch my ass. My own li
nge. Was it
rned and w
ia's
pounding. I hated my mom for doing this to me.
aybe this scary, crazy place, and these very disturbing men
-
n. The house was darker now. Just the same sick
spite its absurd decorations. I was ed
ent sno
. I could catch sounds other people didn't. Now, in this oddly sil
alls. Stopped at a heavy, plain wooden
ns. My curiosity pulled me closer. I pressed my ear against the wood,
d, my gasp lodgi
as J
the silver moonlight that str
he waist, his lean muscular b
s hand was wrapped around the thick, hard shaft of his
witched weakly with each stroke. And from his throat, wrung from the recesses of his ch
n
oh, Thalia
fuck!!" I
horror and a sudden, uncontrollable
. But my feet stayed. My chest burned-not just with