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

“One more thing I don’t need in my life right now,” I
mumbled.
“You have to speak to him sometime.” That was Joss, in
her encouraging voice with her hopeful, bright eyes.
I glared. “I’m not the reason we’re not speaking.”
“Well, technically,” Etienne said. I leaned in and pinched
his shoulder. “Ouch! What the hell, Adeline?”
“Keep your comments to yourself unless you’re going to
be supportive of me.”
“I am supportive of you. You’re the reason I’m driving an
hour and a half away from my comfortable flat.”
Joss sco ed. “Right, because you wouldn’t be here
otherwise.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t.”
Joss and I started laughing. “You live for this stu .”
“Which reminds me, where’s Mira?” Joss raised an
eyebrow. “You haven’t even mentioned her.”
“We’re on a break.”
“On a break?” My mouth dropped. “We love Mira. What
happened?”
“Life. Work is taking her to Spain for a month and then
Rome and I’m tired of the distance.” He shrugged a
shoulder. “If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”
“Still. That’s kind of a bummer.” My lips pursed.
I thought for sure Etienne would be proposing to Mira
this year, not breaking up with her. If they couldn’t make it
work, I wasn’t sure who could. I knew we were almost at the
castle when I saw the row of cars in front of us slowing down
as they made their way through security. To our left, there
was a row of protestors. I wondered how Elias felt about
them.
“He probably doesn’t care,” Etienne said.
“He has to care,” Joss argued. “I’m going to ask Pilar
about it.”