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The only saving grace of that night is the fact that they couldn’t decide how to proceed, so I have been afforded some time before being thrust into the Electi’s world.

That time came to an end three days ago when my father got the call from Phillip Cargill that the decision was being upheld.

I am to one day become Cade’s wife.

The vodka in my stomach sloshes from side to side as I let out a heavy sigh.

“Here, I’d better drink some of that before you pass out.” Bexley snags the bottle from my fingers, a bolt of electricity shooting through me. We both stare at his hand, and slowly he pulls away, letting the back of his knuckles brush my arm. A shiver runs through me, but this time it isn’t one full of trepidation. It feels… nice.

He uncaps the vodka and takes a long pull. I watch his throat bob as he swallows. Bexley might not be born and raised in Gravestone, but he fits right in, from his chiseled good looks and rich boy style. The Fendi polo shirt that molds to his thick biceps and broad shoulders. His eyes are a rich blue, and his dirty blond hair is styled in that casual way, as if he just rolled out of bed.

Bexley Danforth is gorgeous, and he’s staring at me with hunger in his eyes.

“What?” I croak, a little light-headed. Only, I don’t know if it’s from all the vodka or how his intense gaze pierces me.

“I’m still trying to figure out what a girl like you is doing out here all alone.”

“I… I like my own company.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. “But we’re freshmen now. Gotta make the most of college, right?”

“I guess. Where’s home?” I ask.

“I hail from a place called Sterling Bay, but it hasn’t been home in a while.”

“Sterling Bay? I think I’ve heard my father ta

lk about it. Is it nice?”

“It’s not like Gravestone, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, nowhere is.”

Silence settles over us. Bexley seems lost to his own thoughts as he stares out at the lake. The party rages on behind us, but I have no desire to go back there. Brook will be all over Cade, begging him to fix things. Knowing him, he’ll probably take her to his room and fuck her, just because he can.

God, I have so many regrets. Regrets about high school, about always being the wallflower. I’m pretty, sure, but I’m not one of those girls who turns heads wherever she goes. I didn’t spend senior year embracing life and chasing after what I wanted.

And now look at me.

I’m Cade’s Kingsley’s virginal wife-to-be. And I can’t tell a soul the truth.

Not that I have anyone to tell.

There’s Annabel, but she isn’t exactly a locked box. She enjoys gossip too much, so I’ve learned to keep my secrets from her, which kind of sucks considering she’s my best friend.

“Sometimes I wish I could just leave this place,” I blurt out.

“Where would you go?”

“Anywhere far, far away from here.” Somewhere where I could meet a guy and fall in love. He’d treat me right and buy me flowers and chocolate and make love to me under the stars.

God, I hate this.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes, but I swallow them down. I never asked for this. I never asked to be a prosapia in that stupid ceremony.

“Hey, you okay?” Bexley touches my arms again and I feel it, I feel the connection flowing between us.

He’s nice.

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