I tangled my fingers in Alexander’s brown hair, begging for more. He gave it to me by opening his mouth and colliding his tongue with mine. God, that felt so good. We were in the crypt once again.
But when I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the crypt with Alexander. I was underneath a tree, the middle ground between Cornelia High and King’s Tavern. Our tree. Our spot.
I did feel something for Alexander, but it paled in comparison to what I felt for Sebastian. My soul called for him as if he was the missing piece I’d been looking for in all the years I’d run from my father.
If I let myself revert to the old me. But would the princess even fight them? I would get so lost inside her that all I’d want to do would be to storm Cornelia as well.
Somewhere, deep within, I was struggling to remember something. A memory of my past I had long forgotten. The way this blond angel was staring at me, it was…familiar. But
“Who are those newcomers?” Louis hissed. I glanced at him. “Why do you ask?” “It’s kind of odd that I don’t know them, but I have this unyielding hate toward them.”