The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

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“I
feel like I’m going to throw up.”
My head whipped to the person beside me.
She was wearing a mask, the way all of us were, but hers had
purple feathers, which meant she must have been Princess
Pilar: Prince Elias’s youngest sibling. My mother, Joss,
Madame Rose, and I agreed that the four of them—the
Queen, Prince Elias, Prince Aramis, and Princess Pilar—
would wear something purple on their masks to tell them
apart from the rest of the crowd. Of course, their crowns and
excessive jewels already did the trick in that regard, but it
was an easy way for us to make the distinction in case
anything happened and also for security, in case either of the
princes or the princess decided to run o during the party
without anyone in tow. I watched in horror as Princess Pilar
placed a hand on her stomach and another over her mouth.
We were standing directly over the food. If she threw up here
. . . oh God. I grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the
food and out of the tent, rushing over to the side of the
hedges. Then, she bent over and started heaving. I reacted
quickly, reaching out and holding her hair out of the way and
making sure the small crown on her head didn’t fall o . It
was probably worth more than my life.