Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Biba… you feel so damn good,” Sol gritted out, closing his eyes as his forehead pressed against mine. He grabbed one of my thighs, bending my leg up to give him more space to thrust into me deeper. “Oh, yeah. That’s it.”
I threw my head back, a pleased cry breaking from me. I was so close. The pressure was too intense to fight against. My fingers tightened in his hair as he pounded into me, and I finally succumbed to the bliss, my body trembling violently.
My own moan snapped me right out of my heated dream, sweat lingering on my forehead as I sat up in Zephyr’s bed. My entire body tingled as I caught my breath, recovering from the intensity of my dream of Sol. I then remembered that Zephyr had fallen asleep next to me.
My head snapped to the side, and relief flooded me when I saw that Zephyr was still fast asleep next to me. It didn’t take long for worry and guilt to strike me. It was a miracle that he didn’t hear me, that he didn’t see me sweat as I fantasized about Sol and I making love in the sand.
I swallowed hard, and I couldn’t help but worry that Zephyr somehow knew that I desired the supposedly disloyal King. He always seemed to know more than I expected him to. Who knew what he secretly knew about me? I was honestly afraid to find out.
CHAPTER 5
SOL
With wide, unblinking eyes, I stared at the locked door of my room, standing frozen only a few feet away. I knew that I couldn’t stay in here forever. I had probably stayed in here far longer than any normal person would’ve, but I couldn’t help my own paranoia.
I had a sinking feeling that the Kings were going to kill me the second that they got the chance to. They didn’t trust me. Trust and loyalty were two unquestionable things when it came to the Kings. We had to trust each other because we couldn’t trust anyone out of our inner circle.
Now, I felt like I was on the outside, which made me a target. If I even breathed wrong, they would turn on me, but I had to have some courage. I couldn’t be a coward forever, and a quick walk down to the mailroom was something that I had to have the bravery to do.
After drawing in a breath, I unlocked my door and slowly stepped outside. Footsteps immediately hurried away, and I turned to the right to see a freshman darting down the hallway away from me. I swallowed hard, having a feeling that he was one of Arvo’s spies. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Of course, they were watching me.
I kept my head down and hurried throughout the school to the mailroom, keeping my eyes peeled for Zephyr or Arvo. I was sure that his little spy was on his way to tell him that I had emerged from my room. I needed to get back before I was confronted.
When I reached the mailroom, I found my box and took out my key, quickly unlocking it and reaching inside to feel the edge of a letter. I pulled it out and headed back to my room, luckily making it back without being stopped. I doubted that I would always have that much luck, though. It was only a matter of time before I ran into Arvo and Zephyr.
I sat on my bed and opened the white envelope addressed from my mother in Venezuela, reaching my fingers inside to pull out a folded sheet of plain, white paper. Her delicate, swirly handwriting was sprawled across the page, and I started reading.
Sol,
I haven’t heard from you in a while. Are you still working on our plan regarding the Quinn girl? You know that she must be taken care of. It’s your father’s wish that he entrusted you with. Don’t let this family down.
I read the letter over and over again, feeling my chest tighten. I couldn’t kill Biba. I just couldn’t. I didn’t care that it was my father’s wish or about making my family proud. I was my own person with my own power and decisions. No matter what, I refused to continue my father’s violent legacy that he brought upon this school.
That meant that I had to find a way to end it, and I had a feeling that the only way that I could do that was to get back into the inner circle. I couldn’t be on the outside any longer. It would make things too hard, and things were already hard enough since I felt the need to hide in my room.
No longer.
I rose to my feet and rummaged around in the drawer of my nightstand, grabbing a lighter. I left my room, the sound of my footsteps echoing down the hallway. I found the nearest exit and headed outside where no one was around. Igniting the lighter, I held the flame up to the bottom edge of the paper, watching the letter start to burn away.