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The entire forest lit up with fierce howls. The sound of flesh tearing and fangs gnashing drowned out any spoken words.
Asa’s solemn face began to smile as he witnessed the unanimous support from the pack.
Had Silvanreallyexpected it to go any differently?
Asa could tell them all to leap into the Gulf of Mexico, and nothing would be left of the Rincewind Pack.
“Go, then.Feast.Recover your energy. For you will all need it and then some for what lays ahead!”
Silvan watched in stunned rage as the pack leaped into the forest through gaps in the trees, disappearing with whooping, frenzied howls.
When they were gone, Asa turned and fixed his gaze on Silvan.
His mouth twitched in a hard smile, and then he, too, shifted and went to join the pack.
Grudgingly, Silvan did the same, though he had no intentions of hunting that night.
Notthatkind of hunting anyway.
CHAPTER1
delacroix royalty
Andromeda Delacroix sank into the plush turquoise pillows on her bed. A few years ago, when she was a junior in high school, turquoise had been her favorite color, but now, in college, she wished for a more sophisticated bed linen.When you can change it yourself, you may have whatever color scheme you please, Andromeda.That was Cassia Delacroix’s passive-aggressive way of insisting her daughter practice magic more. Romy snapped her fingers and envisioned a deep taupe, but instead of the neutral she’d hoped for, the comforter had turned burnt orange. She frowned and snapped again. Apricot.
A familiar giggle echoed in the hall, and Romy looked up to see her sister peeking around the door. Thora’s fingers clicked together and returned the comforter to its original shade.
Romy scrunched her nose. “You are literally twelve and better than me at magic.”
“Nah, I’m just into it more than you.” Thora skipped to Romy’s side and hopped in bed. After pulling the covers high, she snatched a manila envelope from the bedside table.
“Did you come in here to snoop?”
“Yep.” Thora removed the papers from inside. “But it’s not snooping if you’re my sister. What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours.”
“Remember that the next time we have red velvet cake and I take your portion,” Romy quipped with a playful punch to her arm.
Thora’s attention was too fixed on her reading material to respond.
“Hello? Red velvet cake… your favorite.” Romy waved a hand across her sister’s face. “Next time we have it, it’s all mine.”
“Shut up and let me find out about him. This is so exciting, Ro.”
Romy rolled her eyes. “You really were made for this bullshit.”
“So were you, even if you don’t believe it.” Thora cleared her throat. “Dane Teche, son of Rosemary and Percy Teche. Born in White Castle, Louisiana. Graduated Magna Cum Laude from LSU with a double major in political science and psychology, minor in music. Accepted into Tulane School of Law this September.”
“Yada, yada, yada.” Another eye roll. This one exaggerated for Thora’s sake.
“Ohhh, he likes poetry and Homer’sThe Iliad. You like those things too!” Not easily deterred when it came to romantic notions, she pressed the papers to her chest and sighed. “It’s a match made in—”
“Hellllll…” Romy cut in.
Thora frowned. With tufts of hair sprouting from her red mane and deep-set dimples, she looked like a toddler ready to burst into a tantrum. It was at those moments when Romy loved her sister most. They fought—and often—but they also shared an unbreakable bond. When their parents had told nine-year-old Romy she would have a sibling before the beginning of autumn solstice, she’d cried and had tried to run away within a week. For the next few months, she refused to speak to anyone. Romy was forced to break her silence, though, when Cassia went into early labor in the middle of a hurricane. With no one else to assist—amid the booming thunder and howling wind—she’d delivered her baby sister. Romy had named her too. Thora, the thunder goddess.
“You’re not even going to try?” Thora pleaded. “Look at him, he’s handsome. Looks like one of those hot K-drama actors you think are so sexy.”
Romy twisted the photograph to the side and eyeballed it closer. Thora had a point. He wasn’t bad looking, and he did seem to have some of the same interests as she did. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a bad husband after all.
