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She hated it when Jonathan was stressed or in pain. She loved the loser more than he ever deserved, ...
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“Knight, yes. Astor is too high to move.” Of course. And then he bitches about how we always keep him out.
“It’s over with Queens, you petty, little bitch.”
“He’s quitting the rugby team and the school. He’ll enroll in the military academy. Isn’t that brilliant?”
Teal follows us, but she’s still too engrossed in her phone to pay us actual attention.
“I heard the horsemen gave it to him good. They threatened to expose his use of performance-enhancing drugs and other drugs. Apparently, he has a record.”
“Nothing comes before us for Dad, especially when it comes to you.”
Aiden is the one who appears more powerful. All godlike and invincible.
“I’m sorry,” Adam spits. “No, no.” Aiden tsks. “Repeat it and mean it this time.”
“But he still needs to apologise. You can do it standing or on your knees, Herran. Your choice.”
“You dared not only to look at what’s mine, but you also touched her. Do you know what that means, Herran?”
“Good. Now you know what it feels like to drown.”
The calmness on his face sends shivers down my spine. I know, I just know, that Aiden would murder Adam and not bat an eye. He’d do it on school grounds.
“He hurt you. He hurt what’s mine.”
“Small price to pay for touching you.”
“I hate him, too, but I’m not ready to lose you this way.” My voice is loud and clear. “He’s not worth it.”
“He’s not important, Aiden. You are.”
Both Knox and Teal admitted to wanting to hurt me due to how much I look like her, so maybe Aiden feels the same.
What if everyone I love hates me because of my genes? It would be tenfold more painful if it’s Aiden.
But would he have been willing to commit murder for me if that was the case?
“Repeat it,” Aiden says. “Repeat what?” “The part about how I’m important.”
“You are important.”
I’m alive. With Aiden, I never stopped feeling alive.
“Wake up. I brought you Maltesers and your favourite sandwich with cheese and ham. I brought you juice and everything.”
“Grey Eyes… P-please, don’t go. Don’t leave like Eli… Don’t leave me.”
“I… won’t.” “Grey Eyes!”
“I’m going to save you. I p-promise.”
“I don’t like it when you cry.” He continues gathering my tears and making them go away. “Why?”
“Because it hurts me when you’re hurt.”
“Promise?” He doesn’t answer. I jerk into a sitting position, hiccoughing and drawing involuntary breaths. “P-promise?”
“What is that?”
“An arrow.”
“Why an a...
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“Daddy says when you feel bad, you should keep tha...
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“So you can store it for later. Bad things happe...
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I want to kiss it, not to make it better, but because I love it. So I do just that. I lean over and press my lips to the corner of his mouth.
His arrow tattoos are inspired by what I drew back then.
He’s right. I’ve been under his skin for such a long time just like he’s been under mine.
Our story started there whether I like to admit it or not.
Back then, it was children finding friendship in each other. Truth is, we were and still are lost souls finding refuge in one another.
Aiden has been absent from school since the scene at the pool three days ago. Apparently, Jonathan didn’t like the way he ended the engagement with Silver and he’s making him pay in the only way Jonathan knows how — taking him away.
Aiden I’m always here for you, sweetheart.
told you, one day you’ll dream about me like I dream about you. Was it kinky?
No. Half-kinky? What does half-kinky even mean?
It wasn’t, huh? Funny because that’s what I dreamt about. We need to synchronise our dreams.
The phone brightens up with his name and the picture of our first kiss. Shit. I didn’t think he’d call.
“Crazy enough to jerk off in the bathroom when I should be downstairs.”
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Let me hear your voice.” He pauses. “Scratch that. Touch yourself as if I’m there with you.”
“Touch them as I do.” So much authority. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
“That’s not how I touch you,” he grunts. “N-no?” “No. Pinch them savagely as I would.”
