I straighten and stroll across the shower floor, pulled toward the deep purple gown. If I'm chosen today, I might as well face my fears in a pretty dress. The rest of the girls have the same idea I do and take the green, pink, and royal blue gowns. I pull my dress from its hanger and turn as the crying blonde crawls out of the kerfuffle, hugging the mustard dress to her wet body. I lift my eyebrows, astonished. Sniffling, she lifts her chin and squares her shoulders. Hope glistens in her piercing blue eyes, and as she turns away, I spot her number tattooed on the clean flesh behind her ear.Thirteen, that's her name.Without thought, I touch the tips of my fingers to the number nine tattooed behind my ear. If I'm chosen, will my Fortunate give me a name? Or will I still be known as Nine? I follow Thirteen across the bathroom to stand beside her in front of the murky, wall-sized mirror."You would've looked nice in the pink," I murmur, and her lips part, surprised I'm choosing now to t
NINEThe horses pull us through the outskirts of Freeport. Every now and again, the snake-like nerves in the pit of my belly writhe too much for comfort, but the clacking of the horseshoes over the wide cobblestone road soothes them back into a slumber. I peer through large shop windows and see Unfortunates running stores and cleaning tables in their plain, worn tunics. I wonder if I'll be sent to the town to work? I'd like that. I want to be in charge of something.Fortunates litter the pavements of the shopping district, dressed in fine suits and pretty dresses. I stare at them, gawking at the sheen in their hair and the cleanliness of their skin. They stare back at me, and it hits me then that I've never been in the presence of a Fortunate before, and seeing them so close makes the hair on the back of my neck stand. I avert my gaze, remembering one of the many rules that govern how I live my life. Don't make eye contact with a Fortunate unless they address you directly.We pass thro
KADEHe finally slipped into the solitude of his room, away from his incessant father. It's your birthday in a couple of weeks, his father's voice rang through his mind. It's tradition to receive an Unfortunate on your twenty-fifth birthday. You have no choice but to accept.Kade dropped into the oversized leather chair behind his desk and exhaled. He didn't want a gift from Michael Sario. He didn't want anything from him.He sat forward and glanced at the mining documents he'd been prying through for weeks. Something wasn't right. His mines were collapsing, and he had no idea why. He studied the map on the blueprint before him, trying to find a pattern. Nothing.A creak crept through the room as his door opened, but Kade didn't bother dragging his gaze toward the bodies entering his private space. He already knew who it was and what he brought with him. An eternity of silence passed before Michael scoffed. "Well," he said. "Here she is."Kade didn't lift his attention from the bluepr
KADEHis Unfortunate stood there, staring at him. Her violet eyes watered, and a tiny sliver of skin beside her nose twitched. The air was tense. All eyes were on him and his Unfortunate, and there was no room for error.Nine peered through her long, dark lashes for a second too long. He knew it, the crowd knew it, and they murmured their excitement. Kade handed the iron branding pole that bore his family's lion symbol back to Clive and snatched Nine by her small bicep. She gasped as he yanked her along the stage. Then, shoved her over the table, and she made a noise that knocked the air from her lungs. He pulled at the knot of her gown and tugged the fabric down her back, exposing her shoulder's smooth, flawless skin. Clive handed Kade his pole. Nine lifted her head off the table and glanced at Kade for reassurance, but he'd never comforted anyone in his life. Colour drained from her face, and she shut her eyes as she rested her cheek against the wood and gripped the edges.He moved
NINEI stand still as Master Kade's grotesque friend runs his chubby, oily fingers up my arm. They're warm and soft, unlike his cold, rough eyes. I clench my jaw as his hazel irises send uneasiness barrelling through me."Henry," Kade grinds through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on his glass.Henry pulls back and threads his fingers together, but he doesn't take his hungry eyes off me. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."I glance at Kade, and the look on his face is anything but humorous. His dark, coal eyes are thinned into slits, his strong jaw tight. "Eighteen years young?" Henry asks me, lifting onto the tips of his toes only to drop back onto his heels. I nod. "Virgin?"I open my mouth to speak, but Kade cuts me off. "Those questions, and the answers they yield, are not for anyone's ears but mine.""Of course, sorry." Henry surveys me with his beady eyes for a few minutes longer before he releases me from his intense appraisal and finally looks at Kade. "I don't suppose you will put
KADEKade sat in his plush seat with his leg cocked, his ankle resting on his knee. The world around him wavered and vibrated, the effects of his whiskey thoroughly soaking and affecting his equilibrium. He twirled his drink in his hand and watched a blonde Unfortunate get fucked from behind right in front of him, her small breasts jiggling every time the unknown Fortunate thrust into her. She stared at Kade with lust in her green eyes, and he stared back, indifferent. He didn't know when sex lost its appeal. It just did. A light touch on his shoulder stole his attention, and he looked at the woman who moved in front of him, blocking the carnal exhibition from sight. Kade exhaled, disappointed she was able to find him. Elizabeth Miller's blonde hair fell around her shoulders as she leaned in, carrying the scent of lavender straight to his nose. He loathed lavender. "What do you want, Elizabeth?" "Vince told me I'd find you here." She pressed an index finger between his legs and circ
KADEKaden Sario strolled along the wide hallway, ignoring all the familiar paintings on the wall. He'd wandered these halls since he was a kid and knew every detail of every painting. He was sick of it, sick of this house, this land. He wanted to be in the city. Kade's father spent most of his time in the dilapidated city. It was a place off limits to anyone except the figureheads of the four households. Kade didn't know what was in the city or why it was so important. From the outside, it was an ancient ruin of a time past, but something had to give. Fortunates were notoriously vapid creatures of comfort. No one ever spoke of the city, but there was something inside its boundaries that kept generations of Fortunates going back for more. Whatever it was, it had to be enough to keep the boredom at bay. In the new world, there wasn't much work for Fortunates. The Unfortunates took care of everything. They did the farming, ran the shops, and waited hand and foot on the Fortunates. They
NINETwo weeks. I've gone two weeks without being summoned by Kaden Sario. I'm not complaining. Strolling around the manor has been pleasant. I spend most of my time in the garden, feeling the rich soil between my toes, smelling the petals of flowers, and touching the leaves of greener-than-green trees. There aren't any flowers in the Unfortunate camp. There's nothing but mud and dirt. I push my tongue against the roof of my mouth, somehow tasting the smell of the pungent earth in the back of my throat."Hey!"I startle, yanking a handful of leaves from the thin stem of a bush I'm caressing. An Unfortunate female jogs toward me, her curls bouncing around her shoulders, the sun gleaming against her gorgeous sun-kissed skin. I drop the handful of leaves and smooth my hand down my tunic, ridding my palm of sticky sap. "You shouldn't spend so much time in the garden. You won't hear Master Kade if he calls for you."I recognise her from the party after the ceremony. She poured Kade's drin