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

“The queen. That’s it.”
“Of course.” I laughed, getting out of the car. “God, I feel
so stupid.”
“Wait.” Pierre ran after me. “Adeline, you can’t just leave
like this. He’ll want to talk to you.”
“For what?”
“To explain.”
“Explain what?” I yelled.
“Wait.” Pierre pushed a button on his phone. “Eli. Yes, I
know, but there’s been...” He paused. “I know.” He paused
again. “Adeline needs to speak to you.” He paused again,
then frowned as he looked at his phone. When he looked up,
I knew Elias had hung up on him.
“Wow.” I shook my head again.
“He’s in a meeting with the Pope. He can’t just—”
“He shouldn’t have answered the call then,” I said. “You
said I needed to speak to him and he hung up.”
“It’s the Pope, Addie.”
“Yeah, well, I hope the Pope has time to listen to Elias
repent for his sins.” I walked toward the plane. “And let it be
known that the only reason I’m still taking this flight is
because I refuse to pay for a ticket right now. Let the Crown
pay for their newest employee.”
Pierre didn’t follow me on the plane, but there was a
security detail waiting for me. A woman named Mayra. I’d
met her previously. Today, I didn’t even wave at her. I just
walked to the last seat, sat, and started to cry.