I shift my weight, and leaves crunch under the soles of my feet. My heart is heavy, and my stomach is twisted and sick. I knew this was coming, of course. I just didn't expect to be paired up with Albert Knowle. How old is he anyway? Much too old to be desiring an eighteen-year-old. He was much too married with children to desire anyone other than his wife."It makes you happy? Sharing me with others?" It's a question I didn't intend to ask, but it flies from my lips anyway. Kade stares at me, his jaw suddenly tight. "It does not make me happy, no, but it's a sacrifice we both must make, a hardship we must endure." He clears his throat. "We have time to build your confidence, to make you comfortable and ready."I don't think all the time in the world will make me comfortable with what he's asking of me. I swipe at my forehead, clearing a sticky spiderweb from brushing the bridge of my nose. "How long?""A few weeks. I'm awaiting a report from our mine, then the sale needs to be finali
I hate the way my heart races, the way my skin prickles. I hate how good his lips look and how bad I want to kiss them. An eternity of Unfortunates have suffered at the unwanted hands of Fortunates, and here I sit, on the lap of one, enticed by one. Do you like this? he asks a silent question. I nod, barely a movement, and he tightens his hold, pulling me against him. I go with it, turning my head into his neck. The tip of my nose kisses the hard ridge of his jaw as his lips graze my hair-covered nape. He smells of a fresh shower, of soap and cotton. I hold my breath, not wanting my short pants to blow across his flesh and expose me. I drop my shoulder and tilt my head, offering myself up. I remember liking the way he kissed me, the feel of his lips. It's a vivid memory of the night of his birthday. I was swept up in the passion he stirred in me, and I would've given him everything then and there if he asked. "It's unlikely Albert Knowle will kiss you," he murmurs, teasing me with
KADEHe walked behind her, cringing every time leaves crunched and twigs cracked underneath her bare feet. It sounded painful, but she soldiered on without a flinch. He guessed her body was used to the harshness of the Earth, just like her soul tolerated the people who inhabited it. He heard stories about the Unfortunate camps but never gathered the courage to see it for himself as an adult. The images the stories conjured in his head were enough to quell his curiosity. He flicked his attention down the length of her long, auburn hair and admired how her thin ends bounced and tangled together at her waist. Dense shrubbery surrounded them, and the green tones were never-ending. Nine insisted on leading, and Kade didn't correct her when she made a wrong turn. Instead, he waited for her to realise her mistake or ask for help. She didn't. It annoyed Kade that he was currently hiking in his finest fabrics. His irritation grew with every drop of sweat his collar caught. The path they were
KADEAs the sun set below the horizon, the Sario courtyard came to life. It sparkled and dazzled, and Fortunates complimented him on the decor—something he had no part in. He thanked them anyway, then turned away, finding solace in his glass of whiskey, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore her, he couldn't. The hair on the back of his neck remained raised, and the tiny dancers on his skin continued to pirouette. He glanced at her as he tipped the remnants of his drink down his throat. She stood a step behind him, a pillar of grace with her fingers threaded behind her back, draped in a long, deep navy tunic that matched his three-piece suit. It was her first time wearing a First Unfortunate tunic. It signalled that she had settled into the role and was ready for whatever duties he requested of her. She was clean, her skin glowing under the warm twinkle of lights, her long auburn hair draping down her chest. His stomach pulled tight, and he choked on his whiskey as flashes of her b
Kade stuffed his hands into his pockets and closed the distance. Neither one of them noticed his approach. Albert was lost in her face, his eyes locked on hers, and although Nine kept her hands in her lap, their knees touched. That bothered Kade. It bothered him more than he would ever admit. With a gentle sweep of his hand, Albert tucked a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear, and the movement caused a sharp shard of betrayal to slice through him. He stepped in front of them and then cleared his throat. Albert sat up straight, no longer leaning into Nine's face like a dotting lover. Kade knew he should've found comfort in the fact he appeared to be treating the Unfortunate with kindness, but he didn't. Kade was the only one who could treat her with such tenderness and civility. It was the cornerstone of her loyalty. Albert stood and pinched the lapels of his coat, his fingers digging into the charcoal-coloured fabric, and brought it together at the front to fasten the button. "Ka
NINEI watch his reflection in the glass. He stands a few feet from the door, looking as impressive as ever in his deep navy suit, which I matched earlier. Standing beside him at the party, the hues of our clothes identical, made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I belonged like I earned my place…...and he took it away so easily. Kade rakes his fingers through his hair and stares at the back of my head. Disdain wafts off him. I didn't hear the conversation exchanged in deep, hushed tones, but I knew it was Albert. I saw him in the window's reflection. I fight a shudder. I don't want to be with that man. Something about him makes my skin crawl. Maybe it's the fact he's a husband and a father... Perhaps it's the way he looked at me when Henry indecently bent me over a table in the drawing room. Either way, the thought of him unleashes spiders down my spine. "That was your boyfriend," Kade says, and my lips quirk. Petty. "He feels I'm taking too long preparing you. What do you thi
"You are breathtaking, Unfortunate," he says, and my head twitches to the left, following his voice."That's very educative of you, thank you." He laughs under his breath, short and sweet. "You're most welcome.""Will you compliment my breasts too?" I ask, my tone thick with sarcasm. He hums, amusement thick in his tone. "They are lovely." I jolt as he gently brushes his hand along the swollen underside of my left breast. He disappears, and I turn my head to the right, following the light tap of his shoes against the hardwood floor. I inhale, breathing in the thick scents of his rich cologne. "What are you thinking?" he asks.I swallow. "You're making me uneasy.""Is it unease or anticipation?"He touches a lock of my hair, then releases it. "I...I don't know." "Think about it. One is negative. One is positive." I frown and look inward, wetting my lips. "I…" "If you're feeling uneasy, your stomach will be laced with dread, your mind ruined with thoughts of impending doom. Is tha
NINESeven days pass in a flurry of lessons I don't retain, and long, lonely hours cooped up in Kade's bedroom. I flick through books that are much too hard to read and watch tiny, blue dancers in the flames of the fireplace as it turns chunks of wood to ash. Two days later, I'm requested in the laundry to help cover for a handful of Unfortunates made bedridden by illness, and I jump at the opportunity to do something. Anything. I shove a pillowcase into the murky depths of the tub and rub the fabric together. Hunching, I swipe my forehead over my bicep, wiping at the beading sweat that coats my skin as the noisy driers spew humidity into the room. Unfortunates mill about, like goldfish in a pond, doing their daily duties and paying me no attention as I make my way through the pile of pillowcases. The fabrics are uncomplicated, white with no stains, making my job relatively straightforward. I breathe a sigh of relief. It's easy down here, hidden among piles of washing. If I overheard