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

“She’s as stoic as the rest of them right now, but they’re
all sad.”
“Maybe they should show it a little,” I whispered.
“Wouldn’t that be good? For the people?”
“That’s not like them, you know that. They show as much
as they absolutely need to and that’s not much at all.” She
shrugged, then brought a hand up to twirl one of the ends of
my hair that had lost its curl already. “How are you doing?
Things have been so crazy I haven’t even run into you at
home.”
“You’ve been here most of the time,” I reminded her.
“I was in our flat on Wednesday and you weren’t there at
all.”
“I was running errands with my mother. Wednesday is
only one day of the week you know.”
“I’ve been sorting things with Pilar’s current secretary.”
“Right.” My jaw clenched tightly. I didn’t want to discuss
the fact that I would be losing her to the Crown as well. Not
now.
“Have you spoken to him?” Joss asked after a moment.
I looked up quickly, and the moment I did, my gaze
landed on Elias and I found that he was looking right at me. I
felt my cheeks warm as I forced myself to look away.
“I haven’t. Not today. I should pay my respects though.
To all of them,” I said, raising an eyebrow so they knew I
didn’t just mean him.
Etienne grabbed my hand and started leading me in that
direction. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to call my blu or
just walking over to pay his own respects, but I wanted to
slap him for forcing me into this. I needed another hour or
five years to get into the headspace of seeing Elias in public.
Everything was fine when it was just him and me, but having
people around us hadn’t been our thing. For many reasons,
starting with the fact that there was a photographer in our