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

The camera stuck with him for a second before turning
back to the main reporter. They continued talking about
what this all meant for France. I wondered what it meant for
Elias. He seemed so unsettled last night, so sad. I wished
there was something I could do to help, but I knew I
couldn’t. Tomorrow I’d go back to London and leave
everything that happened here behind. He wouldn’t come
back here. Not tomorrow, not next summer, or the one after
that. His years of relaxing were over at least for the time
being. It hit me that it was all he’d done since he’d arrived.
He had one party and then barely left his villa. I’d called him
lazy, boring, but in retrospect, that was exactly what he
wanted to be.