a's
l sign because you have no choi
loud, cracked, and
nce my enemies find out... and ou
hisper because I know they won't. I've be
My enemies will want him.
except I already do. His wor
he's still just a chil
the truth hits me like a
again, just like
ns and my vision blurs from being upside do
breathless, I twist upward with the l
s legal guardian. I continue sch
round mine, and h
deal,
at, I sign my so
meet in the Kòrvac
y accident. Her eyes rake over me, slow, dismissive
courtesy. Just
on't ev
hat contract and agreed to co-parent with Luci
in me, and that it turned into an engagement. I smile and pretend I'm happy. Car
han truth. Lies k
the Kòrvac mansion. It'
a ghos
en like he's a god. He laughs more, smiles wider
im, but the bitterness still
And Lucien barely acknowledges my existence. We sh
alone in my room, sta
did something reckless. Something me
n my scree
ach a
ing to break i
once, th
at
me. I shut it down in seconds, sealing every
la
chewed off a sli
nal. It doesn't lead outside
, past rooms I've learned to avo
ol
s flying, jaw clenched. She slams her
tters, "she still man
the doorframe
you, you l
mething sharp and aliv
grin. A l
he desk, frustration radiating off her in waves. The sc
sm
ou hit it any harder, it might
round and ou
r, but recognition. The kind people get when the
od," she s
kno
doorframe and walk i
" I continue. "You're clever, but slop
At least, I broke i
ect. "I let
le
leave. I've made my
la
pa
e," Isolde says. "
ike a slap. Slow
n one smooth moveme
lightly. "But I coul
rough me. Quick, viole
down the stairs. Make
witch, but t
my whole life. H
d of bei
sit down heavily on t
uth?" I ask flat
ly. "A maid's child. Illegitimate.
y beat me. Star
t interrup
o he was. I ran. I survived. I built a life f
my throat bur
ay. "Or don't. Th
, and her hand
hought you were a gold digger. Someone t
I wanted his money, I'd have empt
anyone," she s
y her
I'll teach you things your broth
es lig
ea
. In the hallway, I stop and li
everage,
inside the Kò
e to m
easily," I whispe
I still want to leave, beca
ever
t don't exist. Even charity visits Lucien's name sponsors...ironic, really. I always lied
appearing at the end of the street or a familiar fa
s men a
go
s my sk
I hate the way my phone always has a signal, the way my car
r minutes at a time. Delays reports and deletes sma
ydra," she told me once. "Cut
t stop me f
time I see Asher laughing in Lucien's arms, a part of
p thinking cages l
ns that love lo
let that
plan
rts, and cash,, and I have a route I've tested t
, I almos
mo
se with him strolling sleepily behind me (I'd told him I was taking him to a surprise party), which I was...all the
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