The Lies We Tell (The Four #1)

by Becca Steele

“King Caiden, huh? If I’m the king, then get on your knees and worship me.”

“Come on, bro. Let’s do this.” “The feelings I’m having about you right now in that dress aren’t very brotherly,” he told me, pulling me closer to him.

“I wish Cade was more like you,” I mumbled into his bare chest. “No, you don’t. You and me—we’re brother and sister. You and Cade—you’re…fire. A blazing inferno, burning everything in your path.”

“Sometimes I wish you weren’t Caiden’s,” he murmured, kissing the top of my shoulder. “I’m not Caiden’s.” “You are,” he sighed. “But since he’s in denial and playing dirty, I get to play with you.”

“No. No. We can’t do this. Not here, not now.” Her voice came out hoarse and shaky. Fuck. “That—” “—shouldn’t have happened? Or were you going to say it was a mistake, again? That you don’t want me?” she said bitterly. “Yeah, I know. I know all the lies you tell yourself, that you tell me.”

“I see you.” There was a roaring in my ears, and the loud bangs of the fireworks echoed all around us, and I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined his words. “What did you say?” He lowered his head and skimmed his lips over my ear. “When I look at you. I see you. Not her. You.”