Rose hadn’t gone to mass this morning. She knew she should, but she’d quite possibly - okay, definitely - overexerted herself training yesterday, and moving, even walking down to the church, seemed like way too much effort ( Read more... )

Rose scowled at the pile of clothes still on her bed. They were cute things - tops and skirts and tighter jeans that had been fun to wear around Fandom but didn't have a place back in Montana. Nearly everything she'd packed had been completely utilitarian. The stuff that she could wear for training for years in the cold or wet and not wear out ( Read more... )

Mason's funeral had been this morning, and almost immediately after they'd been driven to the airport for flight back to Fandom. Rose was torn. She wanted to go back to Fandom. Maybe it'd be normal there even though almost every instinct told her to stay with Lissa and protect her. The choice wasn't in her hands, and when Alberta told her she ( Read more... )

If Rose thought anymore about what had happened with Dimitri in the gym earlier, she was going to either go insane with wanting him or get angrier at herself for pushing something when she was out of control.

She didn't regret kissing him exactly, but she regret losing her temper before and everything she'd said.  She was just - so tired of trying ( Read more... )

There had been champagne, so much champagne after the celebration of their wedding last night. So much champagne that Rose and Emma hadn't made it back to the luxurious hotel suite and waiting bridal bed. Instead they took their last bottle of champagne to drink on the beach as they watched the moon set over the waves (The moon will set wherever ( Read more... )