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

stepped them on their way inside. Joss spotted me first, her
smile brightening her entire face as I walked over. She threw
her arms around me when I reached them.
“I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too.” I squeezed her back, then pulled away
before hugging my mother with the same vigor. “I miss both
of you.”
“Just come back,” Joss suggested.
“Nonsense. My brother-in-law would kill me if I pulled
her away this quickly,” Mother said. “Besides, some fresh air
would be of great use to all of us.” She kept her attention on
me. “Have you not been eating? How is the villa? Was
everything as we left it?”
“The town seems to be just as we left it,” I said. “Though
I haven’t really interacted much with anyone there.”
“Well, you were barely there when your father and I lived
there, so I don’t expect you to remember much.”
“Prince Elias is there.”
Both my mother and Joss froze, their jaws dropping.
“And?” Joss asked.
“Tell me you haven’t spoken,” my mother said at the
same time.
“We have spoken,” I said. “And he’s a jerk.”
Joss smiled.
“A jerk how?” Mom frowned. “He was always extremely
charming.”
“I didn’t say he wasn’t charming. I said he was a jerk.”
“Why is he there?” Joss asked.
“He goes every summer,” Mom said. “He takes his entire
posse and rents out every available villa and has nonstop
parties.” She shook her head in disgust. “Drunk people
everywhere. Naked people everywhere. Sex everywhere. They
take advantage of the local women. It’s disgusting.”