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

“What do you think, Addie?” Etienne eyed me in the
rearview. Joss looked at me over her shoulder.
“How am I supposed to know?” I frowned. “It’s not like I
talk to him.”
“You don’t?” Etienne raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t. I told him to stop calling and he did.”
“Hm.”
“When?” Joss turned as much as her dress allowed.
“Why? You didn’t tell me this!”
“The other night. We discussed the coronation briefly and
I asked him not to call anymore because I didn’t think I
could handle being his friend.”
“I told you.” Etienne shook his head. “Let me guess, he
asked you to be his mistress?”
“No.” I crossed my arms and glanced out the window. He
hadn’t. Not outright anyway. But technically, he had, hadn’t
he?
“He’s a fucking asshole.” Etienne slapped the steering
wheel, making my body jerk.
“It doesn’t matter. I would never agree to that and yes,
he’s an asshole, but he’s also kind, so if I had to guess, this
display of hate outside our windows on the way into the
palace is breaking his heart.”
“Well, I for one, hope he pays attention and makes some
major changes,” Etienne said.
“Yeah, because your family is starving.” Joss rolled her
eyes.
“Obviously not, but I know people who have families who
are struggling. And for no good reason.”
“Maybe you should bring that up to him since you’re
friends,” I said.
“Maybe I will.”
Thankfully for all parties involved, our discussion was cut
short by our arrival at the gate. The guards checked our car,