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

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“A
deline.” It was Pierre. I turned to face him. He
handed me a folded piece of paper. “We were
looking for you. Elias had to run down to Versailles to handle
some things. He left you this note and said he tried calling
you but couldn’t reach you.”
“Oh. My phone must still be o from last night.” I shoved
the note inside the side pocket of my bag and focused on not
thinking about the conversation I’d overheard. “Are you
taking me to the airport?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go then. I don’t want to be late.” I brushed past
him and walked out.
“Are you okay?” Pierre asked in the elevator. “You’re
shaking.”
“Just . . . a lot on my mind.” I glanced away from him.
Pierre got on a phone call as we stepped out of the
elevator and continued to talk as we were on our way to the
airport. I took my phone out and turned it back on and saw a
text message from Elias, one from Etienne, and another
from my mother. My mother. She’d have a ball with this if I
told her, so I decided I wouldn’t. I wasn’t going to jump to
conclusions until I spoke to Elias directly. When Pierre hung