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Distraction.
He’s the only thing keeping my thoughts from Sadie’s dead body, the only thing that will chase the nightmares away for tonight because I’m too occupied with the thought of him.
And this is a distraction that benefits the both of us.
The calculating boy, who for some reason, cares.
Leaving behind a bloody boy. My bloody brother. Jax.
I hate feeling so helpless. So powerless. So Ordinary.
“Will you forever be the prize I am aimlessly trying to win?”
“Is that all I am to you? A trophy?”
“Oh, darling, a trophy implies that I won it, earned it, deserve it.” He leans in farther, a certain reverence reflecting in his gaze. “But if I get to...
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“You’re not sober.” Tilting my head, I give him a smile. “So, you’re not allowed to touch me.”
“But you’re touching me.” “Yes, well, I’m sober.” A smile plays at his lips. “So, you’re saying I’m allowed to touch you when I’m sober?”
“I’m only saying yes because I doubt you’ll remember much of this conversation in the morning.”
THIS WILL BE MENTIONED AGAIN
“Oh, darling, I doubt I could forget this.”
What nightmare is so terrible that even the prince cannot defend himself?
I’m worried about him.
“Oh, darling, I’m already dreaming.”
I count the faint freckles dusting her nose. Once. Twice. Twenty-eight.
“what do you want me to call you?” My eyes slowly meet his, confused by his question. “What do you want to call me?” “I want to call you mine.”
She flicked my nose. I never knew a heart could feel so much, could be so affected by the flick of a finger.
She’s so beautiful, I can hardly believe it, hardly breathe. Her soul is stunning. Her very being is bright and bold and so unbelievably better than I am. She is a good beyond my grasp, one that I am not worthy of glimpsing, let alone grabbing hold of.
It’s a privilege to look into those eyes, to drown in the essence that is her. Because everything about her is too right and everything about me is too wrong.
Beads of water join the light freckles dusting her nose, all twenty-eight of them.
Death is too dark for Adena, too bleak for her brightness, too undeserving of her dazzling soul.
“This is not a goodbye… only a good way to say bye until I see you next.”
No, not a criminal—Adena.
But if there are as many Ordinaries living among us as he says, then why have we not felt the effects? The loss of power?
“My pretty Pae, what have you done to me?”
“At least you kept your promise. You stayed alive long enough to stab me in the back.”
“Run, Paedyn. Because when I catch you, I will not miss. I will not falter. I will not make the mistake of feeling for you.”
I let her go.
I’ll have to find her. And when I do, I’ll have found my courage.
Kind Kitt has changed. Grief is a bitch.
“Bring me Paedyn Gray, Enforcer.”
And then I’m wiping away all emotion and driving the bloody blade of my sword into the bedposts for the first time.
