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So the god bleeds.
He was a mere man, I knew that, but he and his friends were treated like gods. It didn’t help they looked like it, too. Intimidating, perfect and deadly.
There was something untouchable, something holy and unholy about the boys. Sacred and sinful all at once. Bastards of Grace. Fame, wealth and power poured out of them. They were the things of legends and myths.
He’d keep my secret and we’d rid ourselves of what was between us. “Until the end of summer, you’re mine,” he muttered and his head dipped, but his lips lingered on mine. “Swear it to me, Juliette.”
He stared at me like I was precious, like I was the stars he had searched for and I couldn’t breathe, his fingers tracing my cheeks delicately. I hadn’t realized the tears had started to spill until I felt how wet my cheeks were. “We have more power than you think.”
His jaw ticked, his eyes scanning me, his fingers still tracing my skin for any wounds he wanted to heal. Emotion so raw filled his features and then when he spoke, I heard it like a downpour. “No one hurts what’s mine, Juliette.” His eyes shone so fiercely, so viciously.
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When he touched my wet cheeks and kissed my neck, I relaxed, burying my face into his chest. “You’re forgetting, sweetheart, who we are,” he whispered into my damp hair. His fingers played with my strands and he breathed me in. “We’re bastards with too much power.”
My heart sank. Mandy? I had felt Mandy was a nice girl, but I knew why she had done it. This had always been a competition after all.
I knew that bitch was shifty af...
Gabe Easton.
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“You didn’t take the money, did you, Juliette?” I slowly looked back up at Gabe, my bottom lip shaking. “It doesn’t matter if I did,” I said, shrugging. “I wasn’t going to ruin his life. He worked too hard for it to all disappear because of me.”
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“I half hoped I’d get tired of you,” he stated coolly, but his bright, heated eyes drilled me to the spot. “After years of wanting you, I thought if I had you, I could move on.” He licked his bottom lip and I watched him visibly swallow. “But it was the opposite. The complete opposite.” My heart clenched tight at his words. When his fingers wiped away a few more tears on my cheek, he moved closer, his hands cradling my back. “I love you, Juliette. And I choose you. I’ll always choose you,” he said, for once—his voice not calm, but filled with so much emotion, I almost drowned.
I swallowed my pride, I swallowed my pain. If she needed more time, I would wait. I would always wait for her.
Tonight, she’d become Juliette Radcliffe.
