Quintez's Point of View Lupitum was much better than where I had come from. The large imposing buildings with busy streets. Smells of baking loaves of bread and children running about. There might have been a more impoverished side to this city but it also boomed with something I wasn't used to. Happiness. No one looked sad at the circumstances they found themselves in. No one begged for scraps. Or arguing about mundane things. Everything and everyone had a place. Unlike the village I had grown up in. With a sparse population and even sparser food supplies, I had come to hate my hometown. People sneered at you on the street when you begged for their scraps. Kicked you down when they got drunk. Nights were cold and days hot. Nothing had balance within my old village. No one was safe there. Especially not two siblings who had fallen in love and had a forbidden child. Which was what had happened to my parents. Not that I knew them at all. Shortly after my birth, my mother was ston
Farren's Point of ViewI had wanted to keep my promise to Camilo. Stay in the house. Out of sight. Whatever was happening next door, it was well outside of my capabilities to help. To do anything other than getting hurt. I knew it. I also knew that Camilo had trusted me to stay here. Hadn't assigned guards to watch my every move. On the contrary, only his mother and sister got guards. It was a small token of faith from him. Something to look forward to in the future.It showed me that he was willing to compromise. But I couldn't ignore that tug at the back of my mind. Something was on the other side of that wall and I needed to see it. As if the goddess herself was forcing me out of his office. Because something was waiting and I needed to find it. This thing might help me later on. I was betraying Camilo's fragile trust. Walked slowly, but surely, down the steps of his house, careful not to draw attention to myself. Snuck out the back door. Four guards nodded at me when I exited.
I want to apologize to all of my readers... As of late I have been messing up my chapters big time. I have gotten engaged recently and I have also sprung a rather sudden wedding on everyone. Needless to say, I have been up to my ears in planning and organizing. (Who knew a wedding was so much work!) All of that combined with a rather strict loadshedding schedule (I live in South Africa and have frequent power cuts) I have been neglectful. I want to ask you to please forgive me for my sins as a writer. I am planning on redeeming myself soon. With two new books in the works and a bunch of fun content on my pages, I hope you can forgive. As always, lots of love. Lexa
Farren's Point of View We took my family to the Amador manor. Milla and Conan were shaking from fear. Trembled with each step they took. Lysander was covered in blood from head to toe. The assassins had huddled together as they walked. Stayed silent. They had taken the brunt of the force. Took it upon themselves to shield the rest of their family. Which was admirable. Although, Zaven had gotten hurt in the process. The tip of his ear had been shot off. Luckily he had heard the bullet coming. Dodged just enough that it wasn't a clean shot. Still, the assassin looked horrid with red coming down the side of his face. Isabelle had gotten several blankets from upstairs and laid them all on the couches in the living room downstairs. Mrs. Amador had come out of her safe space and stood at the fireplace. Her eyes scanned the room from time to time but other than that she was more a statue than a person. Nerezza was holding onto her children on the couch. Whispered to them softly whenever
Farren's Point of View They trailed me up the rest of the steps. Followed me until we reached the office Camilo and I had destroyed earlier. Alejandro was the one to close the door. Locked it behind him. No one was going to interfere with our plans. Whatever it might be. Rafael took one look around the room. Lifted his brow at Camilo, who only shrugged in reply. He had a gleam to him. A tilted brow aimed at me. I felt my skin grow redder by the second. What we had done was evident by the looks of the place. But the smell of sex was still firmly in the air. There was no mistaking it. Or shoving it aside. Yet, this was not the time, nor the place. We needed to have our own discussions. Not about anything other than what the fuck was going on. Between the four of us. With the fact that someone was out to murder me. It all had to be thrown on the table. Discussed in proper. But I doubted it could be discussed whilst my scent of arousal hung so low in the air. It was the remnants of wh
Farren's Point of View His body pressed in closer. Shoved me against the door without so much as touching me. I kept staring up. Felt his burning gaze settle on my face. His eyes consumed my exposed skin. Settled on the crook of my neck. I gulped down a breath. "Going to open up for me or should I take it by force?" He growled, mouth inches above me. I licked my bottom lip. Stared at his mouth, now curved up into an evil smirk. Just behind him, Camilo was sitting on the edge of his table. Watched the interaction keenly. Alejandro, on the other hand, had moved closer. Pressed his back against the wall to my right, face a mask of stone. His jaw clenched and unclenched. Fingers twitched at his sides. Lust had filled his face. Drove his eyes to roam me over and over again. Or he was assessing how much damage he would do to Rafael if he placed a finger wrongly. The scent of arousal clouded the room again as a rock sank down to my stomach. I felt my heartbeat grow between my legs. Rafa
Farren's Point of View I woke up to an empty bed but a blissful feeling between my legs. The sun had finally deigned to come out after days of non-stop rain. Filtered in through the cracked curtains. Warmed the side of my face. Delightful. It all seemed so unreal. Stretching my arms above my head, I turned. Took in the rest of the room. It had taken a while but I was here. I had finally seen the inside of Camilo's chambers. Royal blue. Everything was bathed in blues and gold. I smiled and touched the tips of my finger to my lips. I had somehow imagined more doom and gloom, to be honest. Stifling my chuckle, I turned my head a bit more. Noticed that a note lay on the pillow beside me. Beautifully handwriting. Three signatures beneath it. I picked it up eagerly and read. Heard all of their voices in my mind like a melody. They were sorry to leave me so soon but they had work to do. Would see me later today for a surprise. Butterflies churned in my stomach. Fluttered their wings rel
Camilo's Point of ViewBlame it on the crips weather. Blame it on post-sex happiness. Blame it on the fact that Farren now lived with me indefinitely. Blame it on whatever you wanted but we had decided to hold our morning meeting outside in the garden instead of in the office.Alejandro had spread himself out on his lounge chair. Basked in the sun, with his hair shining in the rays. Rafael had donned a pair of sunglasses, his laptop set to max brightness on his lap. I had put on some shorts and a short-sleeved button-down shirt. The air was practically humming at us. With birds singing in the distance and our guards talking into their earpieces all across the lawn, nothing felt better. More relaxing. Except for when Rafael brought up the plague looming at our front door as of late."Are we going to open up a different distribution line to try and stop the thefts from happening?" The man asked and tipped his sunglass forward so that I could see his eyes.The three dreads he had as a f