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

sat between them and listened in. When she turned back to
her food, he leaned in to speak into my ear.
“Did you know that the video disappeared?”
I turned my face to look him in the eye, which was a
mistake. I hadn’t realized just how close his face was to
mine. We bumped foreheads.
“Ouch.” I rubbed my forehead.
“Like we’re in grade school.” He chuckled under his
breath.
“What do you mean disappeared?”
“Wiped. I asked a friend of mine at The Sun, you know,
Darren, the only one who would take the video down from
their website,” he said. I nodded. “Well, he said they were
under strict gag orders. He couldn’t even tell me anything
past the fact that everyone had been given a warning and
took it down.”
“What kind of warning would be responsible for that
miracle?” I asked, frowning. “I mean, we got lawyers
involved and they weren’t able to do much.”
“Well, they did what they could, Addie. They did take it
down from some places.”
“I guess.”
“To answer the question though, I don’t know. I mean,
the only person I know with that kind of reach is . . . ” He
stopped dead in his tracks as he spoke, and then looked at
me like he’d suddenly found the answer to a riddle. “The
king.”