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

a long moment. I could’ve sworn I saw relief or maybe
gratitude in there somewhere, despite his expression merely
changing. Maybe it was what I wanted to see. Nevertheless, I
felt seen and that was enough.
“Where will they take him now?” I asked Etienne.
“He’ll be buried here. I guess they’ll take the casket to a
waiting room and do that when it’s family only. His heart
will be buried elsewhere.”
I blinked and looked at Etienne. “What?”
“His heart. His organs were . . . ” He paused, frowning at
me. “You didn’t learn this in school?”
“I went to boarding school in Connecticut. I learned about
the Revolutionary War and Rosa Parks.”
“I know about the Revolutionary War and Rosa Parks.” He
rolled his eyes. “Leave it to America to only teach about
American history.”
“Will you just tell me about this heart thing?”
“All the kings have their organs taken out. Their hearts
are buried wherever their wills state, but it’s always in a
place important to them. It’s a way for them to make their
political mark in the land.”
“With their hearts?” I felt my brows pull. “Why couldn’t
they just have a sculpture made or something?”
“They do, but this is di erent.”
“So all of them have done that?”
“Not all, but I know he chose to.”
“How do you know?” I met Etienne’s eyes again. He
smiled and brought up his hand, waving something in it.
“Because it’s in the pamphlet as well as everything else I
recited.” He cocked his head. “Do you really think I paid that
much attention in history class?”
“Probably just enough to annoy people with tidbits of
knowledge.” I took the pamphlet from his hand.