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

P R O L O G U E
Past
“Y
ou probably shouldn’t be here.”
I jumped slightly at the gru voice behind me
and turned to watch the man walk over until he
was standing beside me on the balcony, overlooking the
beach before us. Not that we could see anything in the dark,
but the sound of the waves was enough. I tried to make out
his face before I answered him, but couldn’t with the mask
he had on. If I had to judge it based on what I could see, I’d
say he was classically good-looking, with a strong jaw,
straight nose, pouty lips, and thick dark hair that was
brushed back.
“It’s the princes’ party.” I cleared my throat. “Everyone’s
here.”
“Everyone’s inside, partaking in the debauchery. You’re
out here, drinking water.” His lips twisted as he took in the
glass water bottle in my hand.
“Why are you out here?”
“I got bored.”
“Bored of the debauchery?”