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

needed to make sure I looked presentable. I walked back out
of my cottage and was locking the door when the door to the
cottage I’d seen Elias disappear into opened. The woman,
who I assumed was the Princess of Austria, walked out first.
She seemed to be fixing her hair and mask, as if she’d just
had a quickie with the prince. My hate for her grew.
I stood quietly, waiting for them to leave. She walked
away. He didn’t. I waited. And waited. And finally, I decided I
didn’t care. I didn’t care if he saw me or knew I’d seen him.
We had one date. One date, and it hadn’t been life-changing.
He didn’t even remember we’d had sex before and that had
definitely changed me in a way, so no, he didn’t deserve me
obsessing over him or what he did. His face turned as I
walked toward him. He nodded slightly, in greeting, and I
continued walking. The beauty of the costume was that he
had no way of knowing it was me.
I walked between the cottages to take a short cut, and felt
someone grab my arm and pull me back. I yelped, turning
around to face them. My eyes grew wide when I realized it
was Elias. He didn’t know it was me. Did he just grab at
random women? My scowl deepened. He probably did. I
yanked my arm from his grasp. He let me go. I could barely
see his eyes in the darkness and his mask was covering half
of his face anyway.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said.
“How do you know it’s me?”
“I know your cottage.” He leaned closer. I backed away
and hit the side of the cottage beside me. “I know your hair
and your walk. Your mouth. I’ve been trying to locate you
since the night of our date.”
“Stop.” My words were shaky. “It was one date. Nothing
more, nothing less.”
“It wasn’t nothing,” he said, his face closer still. He
brought a hand up to my neck, pressing it against the side as