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

myself.” I continued speaking, mostly because Pierre’s
silence was comforting and I had to tell someone what I was
feeling before I blew up. “Having a connection with a man I
could never have feels like an awful burden to carry, but it’ll
pass. I mean, it always does.” I shrugged and smiled up at
him. “I’m going to get changed so we can go grab that pint.”
I walked away, leaving behind the dancing and the music.
The only person I’d have to report back to was Joss. She’d
have questions and I’d answer them as soon as I changed
into comfortable clothes. Once inside the cottage, I took o
my shoes, the mask on my face, ran my fingers through my
hair to tear down the partial updo I had, and started going
through my clothes to see what I had left to wear. The knock
on my door startled me. I dropped the shirt in my hands and
walked over, unlocking and opening it.
“Pierre.” I frowned. “I thought we were going to meet—”
I stopped talking when I sensed the seriousness as he took
o the mask covering half his face. I blinked. “Elias? What
the . . . what are you doing?”
He’d obviously changed outfits with Pierre at some point.
Did that mean Pierre was the one out there dancing now?
Pretending?