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

“We have, and now, counselor, if you don’t mind, I’m
going to ask Adeline to dance.”
“To dance? Absolutely not.”
“I don’t think Adeline would leave her king hanging.”
Elias o ered me his hand to take. I stared at it for a beat.
“Her king.” Father sco ed again. “What are you playing
at? Have you been keeping tabs on her all this time? Stalking
her? Is this all a ploy to get back at me for not giving you her
information all those years ago?”
My eyes widened. “What information? When?”
“A dance, Addie,” Elias said, his voice stern. “I’ll
explain.”
“Do not get close to this man, Adeline. I know a good one
when I see one and he’s not it.”
“Oh?” I blinked. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?
What do you see then?”
“I have my faults, but I am not a bad man. This one, this
king”—Father pointed at Elias—“He’s not good. I’ve heard
more than enough rumors about him and his brother’s
escapades and the potential children they may have fathered
and left behind.”
My heart dropped. Of course I’d heard those rumors, but I
couldn’t imagine them to be true. Not after meeting Elias.
Not after . . . everything.
“One dance, Adeline.” Elias cleared his throat. I
swallowed. I knew people were watching and I needed to give
him an answer and this would be the perfect time to ask him
questions.
“Well. Far be it from me to deny a king a dance.” I
curtsied as I set my hand in Elias’s palm and looked at my
father one more time. “Goodbye, Father. Take care of
yourself. And clean those mirrors while you’re at it.”
Elias’s hand tightened on mine as he led me to the dance
floor. When we reached it, he turned me fully in his arms and