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

“Please. Feel free to join.” Pierre stood and rearranged
the table so we had another stool.
He looked over my shoulder and pulled up another stool,
and then another. I closed my eyes briefly. We’d o cially
been invaded by the prince and his posse. I wondered if I
should stand up and excuse myself now. It seemed like a
good time to do that. I’d wait though. For Pierre, because he
seemed at a loss and I didn’t want to do that to him.
“So, you’re old friends,” I said, once Prince Elias and the
two men he was with sat around the table.
Pierre and I were still across from each other. Prince Elias
was beside me on one side, one of the men who hadn’t yet
introduced himself, but looked like he was a friend, not
security was on my other side, and another wearing all black
was beside Pierre.
“We are,” Prince Elias said. “Pierre’s older brother and I
served together.”
“Oh.” I raised my eyebrows. I may have my reservations
about the Crown, but I had enormous respect for the
military. I looked at Pierre. “Are you close to your brother?”
“I am. He’s retired now. Lives a quiet life not too far from
here.” He smiled. “Lots of nieces and nephews.”
“Define lots.” I matched his smile.
“Four girls, two boys.”
“Holy . . . wow. Lots, indeed.” I laughed, taking a sip of
my beer.
“How did you two meet?” The man beside me asked. “I’m
Charles, by the way.”
“Adeline.” I smiled. “We met—”
“She’s part of the local sta . She brings my baskets every
night,” Prince Elias said.
Part of the local sta . I didn’t agree with it, but I wasn’t
going to argue with him about it in front of everyone. I raised