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

“Because she truly doesn’t like him.” Pilar smiled. “She’s
a good friend.”
If being a good friend meant not going after one of her
brothers, I definitely wouldn’t tell Pilar about Elias and me.
Not that there was anything to tell. We reached the Ballroom
Grove again and I was glad to see the DJ had taken center
stage and everyone was dancing. It looked hilariously out of
place—the DJ playing this music with everyone wearing
these gowns. It was a complete mindfuck. If any of the past
kings would have climbed out of their graves and stumbled
upon this scene, they would have been highly confused.
“And to think, someone in this garden will marry my
brother in a couple of months.”
“A couple of months?” My voice was nearly a shrill,
though I tried hard to play it cool.
Pilar nodded. “Father wants it to happen while he’s still
alive.”
“That makes sense.” My heart pounded harder, as if to
state its complaint on the matter.
“Nothing in our lives makes sense, but we go along with
it anyway.” She had her eyes trained on the party—the DJ,
the costumed dancers on stage, the fire-breathers, the
acrobats, the people moving on the dance floor.
I was proud of the way things were going. I had only seen
a couple of the potential brides walk in through their
designated area, but everything from the entrances to the
shows seemed to be moving along.
“Where is your brother?” I asked. “I haven’t seen him all
night.”
“Around.” She waved a hand. “Eli hates parties.”
“I find that so funny considering he’s always hosting
one.”
“Like I said, nothing in our lives makes sense.” She
smiled, looking over at me. “Thanks for helping me out