“It’s like you aren’t even trying,” he teased, and he wasn’t entirely wrong. At this point, I didn’t want to be away from him, I wanted to be closer. In my movements, I inched my ass backwards. It rubbed against the front of his pants, and I felt the hardness there. Nicholas grunted. Oh,
Julian started by placing down a queen of hearts. To his left, Veronica immediately lowered four cards. I watched her face closely, but she revealed nothing. Her emotionless façade seemed like it could even rival Nicholas’s. I decided not to call her a liar. If I did so, and I was incorrect, all
“Piper?” Julian was waiting for my question. “Okay.” I prepared myself with a deep inhale. Then I asked, “Why did you and Prince Nicholas never seem to get along?” Julian’s smile didn’t as much as twitch, yet I still felt a tension seep into the room. Maybe it was my fault. I knew I was aski
Did I know about Nicholas’s past? I thought I did. A tiny voice whispered in my head, Maybe not as well as you think. No, I couldn’t let Julian sow doubt inside of me. No matter what he thought, there had to be a logical explanation for whatever happened. Nicholas wasn’t the type to just ste
“If we just ask Julian, is what you mean to say,” Julian cut in. He sauntered closer and cast Nicholas a dagger-sharp glare. “Since I’m the only one with an evil-enough brain required for truly investigating the underground.” “You aren’t evil,” I said at once. Julian’s gaze softened somewhat
“Since our only lead right now is Terry, then I propose this idea,” Julian said. “We need to snoop around his mansion.” “You want us to walk straight into the lion’s den.” Nicholas crossed his arms over his chest. “Not walk,” Julian said. “Creep. It’s not snooping if they know you are there.
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t exactly offended. They both had good points, and I would feel more comfortable if I had more lessons. Still, I wanted to have my voice heard. “What were you going to say, Piper?” Nicholas asked, after a moment. I sighed. I wanted to rush things, to find out the tru
Nicholas I stood before the King in his chambers. He was angrily pacing the length of the room. Back and forth, back and forth. Occasionally he would stop to shout at me, but he’d always break himself off, unfinished, and continue pacing. “How could you think –?” “You deliberately disobe