Stories

They were halfway to the Thorne estate when Sage’s phone rang. The bond let her feel Thorne’s tension spike before […]

Sage woke to the sensation of magic humming through her veins. Not just her earth magic—Thorne’s shadow magic too. It

They made it exactly three minutes into the drive before Thorne pulled over. “I need to say something,” he said,

Two days after the Mitchell family dinner, Thorne’s phone rang. Sage watched his expression shift from calm to tense as

“This is a terrible idea,” Thorne said for the fifth time. Sage adjusted her green dress—formal coven attire for family

Sage woke tangled around Thorne. Somehow during the night, she’d migrated from the bed to where he slept on the

Living within three feet of someone was harder than Sage had imagined. Not because of Thorne—though navigating the bathroom situation

Sage woke to pain. Not the dull ache of too little sleep or too much stress. This was sharp, searing,

Three days later, Sage found it. She almost missed it—a single line in a text so old the pages crumbled

Sage couldn’t sleep. She’d tried. Spent two hours lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the cabin settle