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“You’re getting married.”
I’ve done enough research on Gallows Hill to know that it is an elitist school.
My cage must look so pretty to others on the outside, all gilded and shiny.
My fate was sealed the moment I was born, and my birth certificate signed with the last name Parris.
So instead, here I am flying away from the only home I have ever truly known, to an unknown man and an unknown place.
“So, you’re the Parris princess.”
“You are on this campus, Princess, and I’m the king.”
“Fucking smartass. My father told me you were a good girl. Quiet, obedient. Guess he was wrong.”
His eyes are so grey they look like slabs of slate.
“Are all teachers as caring as you?”
“If any of them are to you, you let me know.”
“It means, if a teacher is looking at you the way I am, you should definitely report them.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. Regardless, you’re definitely too old to be flirting with students, Coach.”
“Happiness is just a fairy tale dream. Even if you think you have it, think you can taste it, you’ll wake up soon enough and it will fade from your mind, until you can’t remember it at all.”
“In the lack of happiness or light, or anything relatively good, there is always hope. It’s always sitting there, idly by, ready for you to take it. You just have to be brave enough to.”
Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman.
Either way it doesn’t matter, every family here, including Liam’s, will one day submit to me. It’s my birthright.
Is it really so bad to lust after your fiancé’s uncle, if said fiancé is a grade A asshole? Maybe, but I can’t seem to stop myself all the same.
“You deserve so much more than that. You deserve…everything.”
“I didn’t think anyone would care. Asher obviously doesn’t and—” “I do. I care, a whole fucking lot,” I snarl.
“I could never and will never get over you, Skyla. I’m already fucking sunk. My life is literally on the line here, yours too, but I’m here.
She’s the Princess of Salem, soon to be the Queen. I just don’t think she fully grasps that yet.
“You. I want you, Skyla. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll beg and plead, I’ll lay at your feet and kneel before you every day.
“This belongs to you, only you. I need you more than I need air in my lungs, or the feeling of water around me on a hard day. If you don’t want me though, I’ll understand and I’ll let you go.”
“Of course she’s special. She’s my fucking girlfriend.” “And Asher’s fiancée,” Liam challenges.
I’m not letting her go. Not until she’s pried from my cold severed fingers.
“You’re everything, Skyla. Absolutely fucking everything. No one matters to me more than you, do you understand me?”