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Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book My pulse scatters at the way he’s looking at me. Like a male who’s been living on air, on the verge of starvation, and is now seated before a feast for kings and queens. I smile. Take him into my mouth again. Slide up and down until…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book I clear my throat, scrunching my tingling hand into a ball. “And if I win, we pretend we’re the ones who existed in that place I suspect you built for us, but only until next aurora rise. At which stage, you’ll owe me a single wish.” Confusion…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book I look up, catching his stare. Holding it. Holding my breath, too. “If I’m losing you again, I need to know why,” he implores, his gravelly words shaped more like an apology than an admittance. My brow furrows as he pulls another shard from his fan and…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book “Please?” A moment of pause before he stands, towering above me, ignoring my outstretched hand. “Lead the way, Prisoner Seventy-Three.” I take his hand anyway, then tug him toward the exit. Raeve’s hand is so warm and alive snagged around my wrist. Such a contrast to our…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book She’s silent for a beat before another smile breaks across her face—so big and bold her dimples pucker again. She smooths her features, clears her throat, then lifts her chin. “Perhaps I don’t want to dance with you after all.” “Lies,” I growl, then spin her back…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book A distraction. “Or was that a lie, Your Majesty?” No. Elluin used to hide in the jungle, her playful sounds echoing through the trees. I used to chase her. Catch her. Make love to her. This is different. I’m now certain she’s hiding something—building her walls sky-high….

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book I folded the final activation line, and the lark took flight, soaring down the stairs that led to Sl?tra’s hutch, then taking to the back where it flapped down a shadowed tunnel I hadn’t noticed before. I followed it for a long way, the key opening a…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Gondragh. “Where’s the King?” I ask, and Pyrok gestures to the right, looking down at me with what I picture as a raised brow expression. Hard to see much with his mask on. “That narrows it down,” I say, gaze bumping between the other two before I…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Four males clad in fine black garb and sooty fur cloaks wield a fan of game shards close to their puffed chests, each bearing the same simple half-face masks sculpted from polished gold. A fifth seat is occupied by a creature I’m somewhat familiar with. An octimar….

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book He must’ve dipped out during that last round while I was slapping down my Moonplume, Moltenmaw, and Sabersythe to the tune of disgruntled mutterings. Too bad, considering I drew most of my delight from the fact that those assholes had somehow wronged him in the past. The…