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

he turned to me. “Maybe we should find out where a handful
of them live. You can pay them a visit with Emily. Let them
see things will be di erent.”
“That’s what we’ll do.” I gave a nod. It seemed like a solid
plan.
“Won’t the people you so desperately want to impress see
that as a publicity stunt?” Aramis slid his phone into his
pocket and looked up at me from the other side of the
chariot.
It was a valid question. One I didn’t have an answer for. I
looked at Pierre beside him. I was so far removed from it all
that I had no idea how people saw me at all. I thought of
Adeline. Adeline, who was sweet and kind but also fiery.
Adeline, who made me question things because she
questioned me without judging my responses. She pushed
me in a way nobody else dared. Even my brother, who said
whatever was on his mind all the time had a limit. Adeline
didn’t. She just was. Limitless.
“Earth to Eli.” Aramis snapped his fingers. I blinked.
“What the hell was that?”
“Just thinking about something.”
“Someone,” Pierre provided, his mouth turning with
disapproval.
“What?”
“You’re going to see her tonight and I’m afraid of what
you’ll do,” Pierre provided. “Afraid of what I’ll have to clean
up tomorrow, and she doesn’t deserve that—to be
something I clean up. Don’t bring her into this mess, Eli.”
“I’m not.” My frown deepened. “I’m not a monster.”
“Monsters seldom think they are.”
The words came from my brother’s mouth and I found
myself unable to contend them. The more time I spent
around Adeline, the more I found myself wanting to twist