Up ahead, a light goes out. I shriek and run away from it. I rush down another row, then turn left. Adrenaline spikes my blood. Excitement sparks in my gut. What is he doing? Another light shuts off, then another. I dig my heels in and stop. I pant into the silence, immovable, as light after light goes out until I'm in the centre of the only halo of light still on. "You cheated," I call out, twisting to face each edge of darkness."Cheated? I wasn't made aware of the rules of your game." He curses. "You look so sexy." I swallow hard as the skin behind my ears pulls tight. I press my thighs together and take a minute step back, moving toward the bookcase. I'm hyper-aware of my nakedness, of the warm, bright light showcasing every inch of me. My nipples ache, and my breasts grow heavy."Are you going to tell me what you read in your illegal sex book?"I turn my head to the left, confident I heard his voice come from the shadows over there. "It was an oral pleasure scene, I think." "Yo
Kade snakes his hand up my spine, between my shoulder blades and into my hair. He tightens his fingers in the strands at the base of my skull and forces the kiss to break by pulling my head back. I open my eyes. Our shallow breaths clash, our stares meet, and I'm overwhelmed by a crushing wave of desire. It crashes on top of me, whipping my cells into a frenzy. "Kiss me more," I tell him, breathless. "Kiss me all over."He dives for my throat, and I grip him tightly. A moan leaves my lips as he kisses every inch of my neck with a wicked medley of his lips, his tongue, and his hot breath. With one hand in my hair, he roams the other over my hips, backside, and breast. He kneads my pliant flesh with vigour and soundful appreciation, and I close my eyes as he moves his mouth along my collarbone, then my breasts. He releases my hair to cup them with both hands. I tip my head to watch as he engulfs one nipple, then the other, with a husky groan that ripples through my body. I curse and gri
Kade dips his head, and we meet in a gentle kiss. It's not demanding or urgent. It's replenishing. Appreciative. In his kiss, it's easy to believe he's all mine like he said he is, but someone once told me a lady must take a gentleman's promise with a healthy dose of suspicion. It helps stave off the bitter disappointment men often bring. I fall deeper into the kiss, immersing myself in the fantasy. It grows, its pace changing from languid to quick, from gentle to hungry—and I let it. I let it consume me. Kade grips me behind my thighs and lifts me with a rough yank. I gasp into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. He carries me into the darkness, away from the bookshelves, and I worry he'll fall, that he'll drop me against the tiles, but he moves with confidence, walking us through the library without fault—as well as he'd do with his eyes wide open and focused. In a few long strides, Kade lowers me down. My eyes shoot open, and the kiss breaks as m
He trails heavy kisses down to my chest, and I close my eyes, focusing on his loving attention, on the pressure that eases at the core of my body. Kade brushes his lips over the swells of my breasts and then engulfs my sensitive nipple. I feel him pulsate inside me, and my breath catches. I bury my hands in his hair as he teases my hard bud, flicking it with his tongue. With my eyes closed, an intrusive thought, a vision of Kade and Charlotte, blossoms at the forefront of my mind. "Did you say that to Charlotte too?" Hot air blows against my breast as he laughs. He lifts his head, and his eyes glisten with amusement. "How long have you held on to that one?" I shrug as jealousy singes my nerve endings. "I was never intimate with Charlotte. We had dinner. Then I sent her home." He licks my nipple, and my eyelids flutter. "I've never said those words to anyone. Never uttered. Not even whispered." Oh. He makes out with my breast, open-mouthed, as if it's my mouth he's kissing, and I
KADEIt continued for days, weeks even. He met his Unfortunate in the library. They kissed. They were intimate.Sometimes, they were loud. Other times, they were quiet. Sometimes they fell asleep the same way they finished; their skin slick with sweat, their limbs tangled. Other times, they dressed in silence and fled without so much as a thank you. More often than not, Kade was full of compliments and niceties, whispering things he shouldn't, and watched his Unfortunate's heart swell. On occasion, he was cruel and obscene out of frustration. He tried to put Nine in her place. She was his Unfortunate, not his lover. It never lasted long. He couldn't help but praise her, tell her how beautiful she was, how much he enjoyed her and her company, how bad he craved her when she wasn't with him, and how it was worse whenever she was. He called her a good girl, and she liked that the most. There was a line he needed to draw, he knew that, but it was the first time in his life he had someth
He clenched his jaw as she smoothed her hand down his forearm, encouraging him to turn in her direction. Irritation swelled deep in his soul, but he shoved it down deep, knowing better than to lash out. "Charlotte," he greeted her, forcing his jaw to unclench. He turned toward her. "Nice to see you." She wore a tight, emerald gown with a structured bodice. Her breasts were full and prominent, her lips painted in a burgundy lipstick. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show," Charlotte said, her voice a pleasant melody. "I was just telling my father about our lovely dinners." Kade plastered on a polite smile as Nine continued to fill her tray with more champagne flutes. Twice. He's had dinner with Charlotte twice. At one stage, he was looking at pursuing a relationship with her in order to forget the violet-eyed Unfortunate who plagued his dreams—nightmares and fantasies. Charlotte was nice enough. She was even-tempered, stayed out of trouble, and came from a wealthy fam
NINEDays pass, and I don't see him. At the party, I couldn't avoid him; he refused to let me out of his sight. Now, he avoids me as well as I avoid him. He writes me down for house duties, keeping me busy, and I don't know if it's punishment for volunteering my help without his permission. I make sure to steer clear of the library, despite every cell in my body begging me to go. He is in my veins like an addiction, but I know it isn't healthy. I know the feelings I'm developing for him are disastrous for us both. I need to keep my wits about me. I need to ensure the line between us doesn't blur more than it already has. On the eighth day, I'm in the Unfortunate bathhouse, alone, after a ten-hour kitchen and laundry shift. I reach for the taps and turn them. Cold water shoots out of the circular shower head above me, and I gasp as it drenches me. It wakes me up and soothes the tension in my muscles. In a few deep breaths, the stream turns from cold to hot. Steam billows, rapidly fil
I walk two steps behind Vince through the manor, and he never turns to see if I'm following. As he escorts me away from the Unfortunate quarters, it dawns on me that he has other plans. Swallowing hard, I clench my tunic at my sides and wring it in my grip. "You said you would walk me to my quarters…" I murmur, and he grins over his shoulder. "I am. You sleep with Kade in his bed, don't you?" I stammer, caught off guard. "N-no." "No? Do you want to rethink your answer or stick with your lie?" "I fulfil my duties in his bed. It's not where I seek relaxation or reprieve." "You fulfil your duties in my mother's library, mostly." He snorts, casting me a knowing smirk, and I feel the blood drain from my face. "That's right. You and Kade aren't as clever as you think." What else does he know? Kade and I haven't spoken about the assassination of his father since we had dinner on the balcony of his mother's office. If anyone else knew, surely we'd be dead by now. I slip under a mask of
KADEHer tears stopped flowing and her chest relaxed as he carried her up the stairs toward his bedroom. When they were inside, he locked the door and carried her to the bathroom. Kade didn’t say anything as he placed her, feet first, on the white tiles, and she released his neck to pull his jacket tighter around her. He looked over his shoulder at her before bending down to turn on the tap. Dark circles surrounded her swollen, red eyes. Her cheeks were hollow, her lips cracked. He wished he could heal her instantly, but it wasn’t possible. The healing she needed would take time, and although he knew he wasn’t the patient type, he had to be… for her.Hot water splashed against the pristine porcelain as he reached to the other edge of the bath and retrieved the plug. When he plugged it into the drain, the water filled the tub. Steam rose, getting thicker and thicker the longer the tap ran. Afraid to burn her already sensitive skin, he adjusted the cold tap until the billowing steam beca
KADEA deafening bang cracked through the air, vibrating the wood underneath his feet, and a shrill squeal pierced his ears. His stomach cramped, tightening itself into a painful knot. His first reaction was to shoot forward and as he slid the palms of his hands over her body, he expected blood. Her body shook as if she was in pain, but there was no evidence she was shot. Her shrill scream chilled his blood. The icy vessels cut through his veins and carved their way through his heart, making it twist in his chest. Nine sobbed uncontrollably as Soyer unchained her from the post, and she fell forward into Kade’s arms. He pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her breakable frame, and held on for dear life.Odd threads of guilt swirled inside of him as happiness manifested in his core. A dead body laid in a crumpled slouch beside him, but it was because of that dead body he now had everything he ever wanted. The sound of chains being cut clicked over the sound of the excited crow
NINEHis smell is bliss. It’s all the things I’ve grown to like about this world rolled into one. In some nonsensical way, it reminds me of lush green grass, clear blue skies, and fluffy white clouds. His smell is happiness—something I’ve only felt when I’m with him. I told him I loved him not so long ago. It was a declaration I made out of desperation—like he has done just now. His three words roll off my skin, failing to absorb and hit me where they should. What did he say to me when I told him I loved him? ‘I can’t love you, Nine.’ It’s funny how things turn out. I blink, pulling myself from my thoughts, and focus on his concerned gaze. He has beautiful black eyes. When light hits them at the right angle, they sparkle like the sky at night. I wonder if he knows that. “You should go,” I croak, pulling against my chain. I wince as sharp bits of metal cut the sensitive flesh of my wrists. “People are staring.”“You think I care how they see me?”He takes his fingers from my face, an
KADEHe felt sick.As he sat at the table in the front row, his stomach twisted and clenched, threatening to expel the slice of toast he had for breakfast. It’s a miracle he kept the buttered carb down as long as he had. Since Nine was taken and locked up, he hadn’t been able to swallow a single thing besides water.He was exhausted. Every day he fought for her freedom, but it wasn’t enough. The harder he pushed, the more Vince and the council resisted. They didn’t want to see an Unfortunate rise from the ashes. They didn’t want an Unfortunate to become one of them. They were intimidated by her and what she stood for. Or at least most of them were. Kade knew Vince only wanted to see him suffer, but he’d do more than that. Without Nine, he would die.Kade understood that the best thing for her was to sentence her to death. Only in death was she safe from them. Safe from him.Trumpets sounded off in the distance, and Kade clenched the armrests of his chair. He knew this wasn’t a dream, b
I flinch as a rogue drop of cold, stagnant rainwater falls from a crack in the stone ceiling and splashes on the tip of my nose. It sobers me, and I blink away the fog. I'm still alive. Still locked up. Still a pending Fortunate. I grant my cheeks reprieve from the iron bars that hold me captive and pull away from them. Kade hasn’t visited me, and I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed. Both emotions wage war inside me. I expect his priorities have shifted by now, and he's impartial to what’s happening in my life. He killed his father. He got what he wanted. Why would he stay? I’m just a girl who caused him more trouble than I'm worth. Even so, my lovesick heart twists painfully in my chest, and I grit my teeth. God. I miss him. I miss his face, his smell, his eyes, and the firm press of his hand on the small of my back when he holds me close. I even miss the way he purses his lips when he’s displeased. I hate that I miss it. I hate that I miss him…after everything he’s done
KADEHe stared at Kathryn. His heart raced, and his pulse pounded like crazy in his neck. Nine, a Fortunate, could it be? Vince threw his tantrum, but it was white noise to the thrum of Kade's soul as it vibrated within him. The more he stared at Kathryn, the more he absorbed her features, the more he saw Nine in her. The violet irises. The auburn hair. The heart-shaped face. "Bullshit," Vince boomed. "Do you think I'm stupid? That I'm dumb enough to believe that she is of the same blood as me?""Believe what you want. She is my daughter, and you can test my blood to prove it."Kade flicked his attention over the council members. They looked disgusted. They looked embellished in scandal. Within the hour, the whole of Freeport would know about this. "How did this happen, Kathryn?" Rita asked, sitting forward."I was very, very young when I fell pregnant, barely completed my education." Choking, Kathryn dropped her head and took a breath. Her husband placed his hand on her shoulder and
NINEThe chamber room is as it was when I left it, minus Thirteen's crumpled body. I kneel on the floor, keeping my attention cast down. The only other person in the room is Kade, and he leans against the opposite wall, staring at me. Both of us are covered in dry mud, and Vince made sure we couldn't get our story straight prior to summoning the council. I don't know how he will spin his tale to get me out of this. I don't want him to get me out of this. Maybe this is for the best. In a few minutes, the meeting will start, and I'm a goner. "You said you loved me."I flick my gaze to his and hate the way my heart beats for him, the way it bleeds for him. My love for him has worsened every second in his presence since I realised it. Like an infection, he's poisoned my blood."I do," I say, my voice void of the tenderness I feel inside. "Do you?""Yes.""You've got a funny way of showing it." "If I kissed you and declared my love for you, would the outcome be any different?"He swallow
KADEHe chased her. His heart pounded a million miles a minute, and his lungs burned, but he kept pushing. The sun bounced off her auburn hair like a beacon. He had to catch her before someone saw her running, but damn, she was fast. Nine sprinted through the bush and manoeuvred around the debris like she'd done this run a million times. Sticks stabbed his ribs and cut at his face, his neck, but he didn't slow. He couldn't slow. In a few minutes, he entered a clearing, and ahead of them was a wide lake. Nine ran toward it like she knew how to swim. She didn't. Freeport was surrounded by lakes. Unfortunates weren't taught how to swim for that very reason. Even so, her feet sank into the mud that lined the lake's edge. She fell into it and kept going, dragging her feet behind her, digging through the sludge like she had a chance. He shouted her name as he closed in on her, but she kept pushing. His shoes sunk into the mud, and he had no intention of going further into the sludge. "A
I don't want to believe it, but deep down I know it to be true. I gaze at the whip in his hand. It looks nothing like the whips I saw in the unfortunate camp. It lacks metal accents and has no pieces of bone strapped to its delicate tips. Still, it looks like it can do a fair bit of damage. Kade brandishes the whip, lifting it above his shoulder, and brings it down with more power than I imagined him capable of. It snaps against her skin with a crack so loud it hurts my ears. It takes her a second to feel it. Her shrill scream comes a heartbeat later. It gets louder and louder until she catches her lips between her teeth and swallows as much of it as she can.Thirteen. She's supposed to endure thirteen of these lashings? I choke down my own pain in fear of making it worse for her. Selfishly, in fear of making it worse for myself. I look at Kade. If it's something he doesn't want to do, I can't tell by looking at him. The expression on his face gives no indication of how he might be f