I will add more soon, in the next day or so. I won't leave you hanging!
[Lily] As Atticus draws me deeper into his bedroom towards his bed, everything inside of me clenches in anticipation. He won't be the one to take my virginity. He has already said so. He cannot love me. And yet he cares enough about me to want me to give myself to someone who does. He could have just taken what most boys want and left me with nothing. So what are we doing? He told me to use him as a toy, but the thought of me using him made him so angry the day before. Something changed, but what? What is going on inside his mind? In a few small steps we reach his bed. It is still made, the comforter perfectly in place. Atticus takes a seat and pulls me down to sit next to him. My breath is rapid with fear as he places his hand on my cheek. I close my eyes waiting for him to move. "You're scared," he observes. "This won't do. I don't want you to be frightened of me." I open my eyes slowly. Atticus' face is so close I can count his eyelashes and see every speck o
[Lily]"Tonight," I repeat, trying to stay as calm as he is. It is hard to seem businesslike when he is gazing at my body as if deciding which part he wants to try."Only if you want this," he presses his body into mine, leaving barely any room for air as he asks, "Do you want this, Liliana?"I feel frozen with fear and want. I want this so much, but I also fear what it will mean for me.He says we'll still be "just friends," but I can't promise not to feel more than friendship. I already do, as much as I hate to admit it."Atticus," I breathe his name as I nod my agreement. "Yes, I want this." "Good," his lips smile against mine. "So do I." When our lips connect, his kisses are gentle and sweet, cautious and careful, as if afraid he might break me. But I'm not fragile. I want him to crush me. I want him to take it all. Placing my hands around his neck, I pull him towards me, trying to deepen our connection. Gasping, he pushes away. "No," he scolds. "No?" I blink up at him confus
[Lily] My mother said she loved me, but then she died when I was 13 and left my care to the devil. I'm supposed to call him "grandfather" but "devil" suits him better. Grandfathers are supposed to be compassionate and kind but Andrew Adare doesn’t understand the concept of kindness. I didn’t even know he existed, or that my real last name was “Adare” until he came to me at my mother’s funeral and claimed to be my family. He didn’t even give me a chance to say goodbye to my friends or my old life, I wasn’t even allowed to take a single memory with me. He just swept me off in his private jet, and as soon as he could, shipped me off with little explanation. “You look so much like her,” was all that he said to me. The only words that I heard from his mouth before disappearing and leaving me to the care of nannies and cooks and butlers. I don’t know why he bothered to take me if he doesn’t really want me. He hates me so much that he can't wait to get rid of me. As soon as summer ends
[Lily] “Hello Ms. Adare,” he purrs, his smile growing sickly sweet as he grins almost too brightly. He must be up to something because he’s a little too happy to have me in his arms. “I’m so glad to have run into you this morning.” He looks back at the other Legacies who nod in agreement, except for Evie Carter, Atticus’ girlfriend, who is staring daggers at me, her face growing red with repressed rage. Bending down low, he places his lips on my ear as he brings me in closer as if what he has to say is a secret between the two of us. Wrapped in his arms it feels too intimate as he murmurs, “We have much to discuss. I hope you will join us for breakfast.” My body freezes. Breakfast? Did he just invite me to dine with him, and the Legacy Seven? I must be mistaken. “Meet me at the stairs tomorrow at 8 am sharp,” he instructs me quietly yet firmly as if I have already agreed to this arrangement and he is just seeking confirmation. “I’ll expect to see you waiting for us at the base o
[Atticus] “Let me go, Ace,” Evie screams. Even after dragging her away from Ms. Adare, she is bubbling over with the heat of her anger. “I am going to scrape her eyes out and then I’m going to shove them up her….” I laugh as I hold onto my girlfriend. She’s always had such a short temper. When we first started dating in middle school, she almost got suspended for hitting another student in the head with an algebra book because she didn’t like how she ate her taco. It’s a good thing that she has me to help keep her balanced. Otherwise, she would have already burned the school down by now because she didn’t get exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. “Easy there, Tiger,” I joke as I loosen my grip just enough that she doesn’t feel confined while also keeping my arms around her in case I need to clamp down again. “She tripped and I caught her. Nothing else happened.” “That’s not what it looked like to me!” her beautiful blue eyes are sparking with anger. With her long black hair
[Atticus]Laz records the results, documenting this decision in the meeting log and we move on to the next element of the game--choosing the method. As last year’s winner, I get to choose. “I thought we’d go a bit ‘old school’ for this year’s game,” I announce as I stand and pull an old deck of cards from the pocket of my jacket. “My father told me about this one year where he just picked 7 random cards from a simple deck, labeled the cards with a word related to the theme, and then everyone picked a card. Because there are always seven of us, they’d try to pick a theme that had seven options. One of their favorite themes was a game they called the ‘Seven Deadly Sins.”I separate out 7 cards and a pen. Laying them out before me, I write a sin on the top of each card, putting “LUST” on the ace card and going in order from there. “Just like in previous games, our actions will be scored by the other 6 Legacies based on a simple point system. I pause, to make sure everyone understands
[Lily]The rest of my day was completely uneventful and went by quickly, thankfully.By the time Nyx and I woke for breakfast the next day, everything from the day before felt like a distant memory, something we could laugh about now that we had survived it. “Did you see how her eyes bulged,” Nyx acts out Evie’s face from the morning before and I try not to laugh too loudly as we make our way to the counter holding all of the dishes and cutlery. “I honestly thought she was going to kill you.”“You’d think that the school would have kicked her out by now,” Nyx carefully looks both ways before she mumbles almost incomprehensibly beneath her breath. “Everyone knows she is a danger to herself and others. How she has managed to stay out of prison is a miracle.”“Miracle,” I snort, rolling my eyes. “More likely it was a deal with a lesser-known demon.”Nyx laughs loud enough to make some poor freshman drop his glass of milk.“Sorry,” Nyx winces, feeling bad. Nyx is my best friend, and I lo
[Lily] The first thing I notice is that Evie is absent. Which is probably why there is room at their otherwise full table. Atticus sets down the tray and places our food at the two available spots while the rest of the Legacies shuffle to make room on the bench. This situation is too perfect. Which means something is not right. “Are you sure this is okay?” I ask, looking around to see if Evie is hiding somewhere or peeking around the corner, ready to strike at me for daring to talk to her boyfriend. “What about Evie?” “She had a very long night,” Atticus assures me, his face deadly serious. “Too much celebrating. She woke up feeling sick so we probably won’t see her today.” “Oh, what a bummer.” Realizing that sounded a little cold, I add, “Hopefully she’ll feel better soon.” Veronica rolls her eyes and snorts. She knows I don’t care about Evie. She’s Evie’s best friend, so I don’t expect her to believe me.“So Lily,” Atticus smiles. “Welcome to the Legacy table.”I just sit th