Bisclavret

“The men are returning to the field,” the marquise says the following day at breakfast. “There was some trouble in…

I’m wrenched awake as a hand clamps down on my mouth. Mallory leans over me in the dying firelight, a…

Later that night, I’m sitting in front of my vanity mirror, eyeing the low cut of my dark green silk…

“What happened?” Livy demands the second I enter her mother’s rooms. “You’ve been gone for ages.” I glance around, looking…