Chapter 237  Eloise was reluctant to leave, but a panting servant rushed up to her in a panic.  “Lady Eloise, something terrible has happened,” the servant said anxiously. “Our Aurora…

Chapter 236  The room was adorned with elegant white florals and soft candlelight, filled with the warmth of a wedding celebration. Dressed in a classic very gown, Willow sat on…

Chapter 235  Chapter 235  Michael could hardly believe it—a slip of a girl had outmatched him. She looked so young, yet her combat skills were undeniably formidable. She had blocked…

Chapter 234  Chapter 234  Athena’s arrangement really left Trina and Marquita scratching their heads.  Trina muttered under her breath, “How can Lady Athena be so sure she won’t just leave?” …

Chapter 233  At the Minister’s Manor, the Beren Residence.  “Who? Who did you say is requesting an audience?” Alfred exclaimed, staring at the gatekeeper in utter shock, his lips trembling…

198 Grace: No Effect on Her Chastity 198 Grace: No Effect on Her Chastity My choice is already made as I turn and bolt. “Death follows anger like a faithful hound.” His eyes slide back to mine, and this time I can’t look away. “Her anger toward you is especially potent. What did you do to her, I wonder?” I eye him warily, trying not to let my unease show too plainly on my face. My pulse quickens as Caeriel takes a deliberate step forward, and the air grows even denser, making it impossible to breathe through my nose. It takes a little longer than I’d like to admit for his insults to pierce through the haze of confusion over meeting a Grim Reaper (with a phone!) in an abandoned parking lot, but once it does, I frown in his direction. “Maybe ask for favors less creepily, then.” My stomach drops. No, thank you. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Fascinating.” A cold shiver runs down my spine. The footsteps get louder. Still, something in my gut insists Caeriel is bad news bears, and I have no interest in becoming friends with the man. Then again, he might do it to someone else. He chuckles, but the sound just sends slivers of ice through my sluggishly–working veins. “You don’t have a choice. You can’t complete this mission without me. But I’ll let you run for now, scared little girl. It looks like your friends are searching for you.” “Lyrielle.” He doesn’t seem like a good person. This man can probably kill me with a flick of his wrist, but somehow I can’t help the snark coming out of me every time I talk. I clear my throat, refusing to meet his stare again. I’m a little worried it’ll be impossible to look away if I do. “Checking the mission parameters. And nowhere does it say I have 198 Grace: No Effect on Her Chastity to answer personal questions just because you want me to. In fact, my mission’s complete. Done. Finished. Which means I can leave.” This man’s got obsession written all over him. Caeriel rubs a slender, pale finger against his forehead as he lets out a calm, distinctly condescending sigh….

Chapter 9  I remembered the first time I entered Julian’s attic studio.  I discovered a room filled with portraits–all of me, from every angle.  He had smiled faintly even then,…

Chapter 8  Julian had been stan ding there for who knows how long. He held a sandwich in his hands, looking utterly devastated  “Breakfast,” he said softly.  For some reason,…

Chapter 7  Julian had never set boundaries with me. His door was never locked, he came whenever called, and he even knew my exact clatin  sizes.  So that first time…

Chapter 6  Rhys chuckled, watching me clench my fists to contain my anger. Ile casually swung his leg and pulled Lily closer,  “Don’t misunderstand, Camden. Lily and I are getting…