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I shook my head. “I don’t understand. Run where?” Why was I asking that? It’s not like a made-up version of King could tell me anything.
“Anywhere away from here.”
“I can’t, King. I can’t just leave my family. And I can’t…” I didn’t actually want to say the rest.
“Yes?”
I ran my hands over my hair. “If Vaughn has you, I can’t leave you there.” Okay, I said it. I cared, but I couldn’t help it. That was who I was.
This time, King flashed a genuine smile that touched his eyes, and I felt instantly sucked in. He had such an effect on me, and I began to wonder if it was because of our bond.
He returned his beautiful mouth to mine, kissing me with those sinful lips. His hot mouth worked at a sensual pace, and his thick stubble scratched at the delicate skin surrounding the edges of my lips. He feels so good, so real.
My entire body melted into him, giving into whatever power he held over me.
Slowly, he broke away and nuzzled his way to my ear. “I am not worth the sacrifice,” he whispered. “Read the book I’ve had translated for you. Then you’ll understand.”
And just like that, King dissolved into a swirling cloud of purple light, leaving his taste on my lips.
I spun around, searching the room with my eyes, holding my breath. “King?” But he was gone.
Christ. Had that been real? Or had I made that up?
I quickly gathered a wad of fabric from the front of my sweater and brought it to my nose and sniffed. Then I smelled my hands. King’s scent completely covered me.
My eyes moved to the bed. Of course, you idiot. I’d been lying on his pillow and blankets. No, it couldn’t have been real.
My stomach clenched into a knot so tight that I doubled over in agony. My face felt like it was on fire, ready to burst into flames. My head felt like it was collapsing in on itself.
What was going on? An epic battle seemed to be brewing inside the confines of my skin and skull.
I sat back on the bed and waited for the sensation to pass. Meanwhile, King’s words played in my head. Or were they my own words? I didn’t know, but he’d told me to run. Run to where? 10 Club would find me. Maybe they’d go after Justin and my parents, too. And even if they didn’t, if I suddenly disappeared, what would that do to my mother?
I couldn’t not try to fix this.
I scraped my shaking body from the bed and went over to the kitchen area to search the cupboards for anything non-alcoholic with sugar to drink.
I found nothing except a collection of wine openers and a box of cigars.
Cigars? I didn’t know King smoked, but I could definitely see him doing it. When it came to King, just about everything he did was old school.
I looked at my watch. Holy hell. It was already past midnight, and an entire hour had gone by since Mack left. We had little more than eighteen hours to go, but I had to eat before I passed out.
Christ, King. He could figure out a way to show up inside my head, have rooms that appeared out of thin air, and put live heads in jars, but he couldn’t figure out how to grocery shop.
All right, I knew there were a few convenience stores-slash-gas stations down the street. I’m sure they’d have some energy drinks and nuts or something.
I grabbed the book from King’s armchair, unwilling to risk losing it, and trudged my way down the stairs, through the bottom floor. When I yanked open the door to go outside, I saw Mack lying face down on the ground.
“Mack!”
CHAPTER SIX
It is the night before my wedding to Draco, and I know tomorrow will be the worst day of my life. I will stand before our families and take our vows. From that moment forward, Draco will own me. But I hate the man. The way he stares fills me with disgust, and sometimes, I think I would rather die than let him touch my body as his wife. Why did he have to be born first instead of his brother? The other girls on our island say Draco is the most handsome and intelligent, the most kind and thoughtful
“Anywhere away from here.”
“I can’t, King. I can’t just leave my family. And I can’t…” I didn’t actually want to say the rest.
“Yes?”
I ran my hands over my hair. “If Vaughn has you, I can’t leave you there.” Okay, I said it. I cared, but I couldn’t help it. That was who I was.
This time, King flashed a genuine smile that touched his eyes, and I felt instantly sucked in. He had such an effect on me, and I began to wonder if it was because of our bond.
He returned his beautiful mouth to mine, kissing me with those sinful lips. His hot mouth worked at a sensual pace, and his thick stubble scratched at the delicate skin surrounding the edges of my lips. He feels so good, so real.
My entire body melted into him, giving into whatever power he held over me.
Slowly, he broke away and nuzzled his way to my ear. “I am not worth the sacrifice,” he whispered. “Read the book I’ve had translated for you. Then you’ll understand.”
And just like that, King dissolved into a swirling cloud of purple light, leaving his taste on my lips.
I spun around, searching the room with my eyes, holding my breath. “King?” But he was gone.
Christ. Had that been real? Or had I made that up?
I quickly gathered a wad of fabric from the front of my sweater and brought it to my nose and sniffed. Then I smelled my hands. King’s scent completely covered me.
My eyes moved to the bed. Of course, you idiot. I’d been lying on his pillow and blankets. No, it couldn’t have been real.
My stomach clenched into a knot so tight that I doubled over in agony. My face felt like it was on fire, ready to burst into flames. My head felt like it was collapsing in on itself.
What was going on? An epic battle seemed to be brewing inside the confines of my skin and skull.
I sat back on the bed and waited for the sensation to pass. Meanwhile, King’s words played in my head. Or were they my own words? I didn’t know, but he’d told me to run. Run to where? 10 Club would find me. Maybe they’d go after Justin and my parents, too. And even if they didn’t, if I suddenly disappeared, what would that do to my mother?
I couldn’t not try to fix this.
I scraped my shaking body from the bed and went over to the kitchen area to search the cupboards for anything non-alcoholic with sugar to drink.
I found nothing except a collection of wine openers and a box of cigars.
Cigars? I didn’t know King smoked, but I could definitely see him doing it. When it came to King, just about everything he did was old school.
I looked at my watch. Holy hell. It was already past midnight, and an entire hour had gone by since Mack left. We had little more than eighteen hours to go, but I had to eat before I passed out.
Christ, King. He could figure out a way to show up inside my head, have rooms that appeared out of thin air, and put live heads in jars, but he couldn’t figure out how to grocery shop.
All right, I knew there were a few convenience stores-slash-gas stations down the street. I’m sure they’d have some energy drinks and nuts or something.
I grabbed the book from King’s armchair, unwilling to risk losing it, and trudged my way down the stairs, through the bottom floor. When I yanked open the door to go outside, I saw Mack lying face down on the ground.
“Mack!”
CHAPTER SIX
It is the night before my wedding to Draco, and I know tomorrow will be the worst day of my life. I will stand before our families and take our vows. From that moment forward, Draco will own me. But I hate the man. The way he stares fills me with disgust, and sometimes, I think I would rather die than let him touch my body as his wife. Why did he have to be born first instead of his brother? The other girls on our island say Draco is the most handsome and intelligent, the most kind and thoughtful
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