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Kingsley Turner attends McGuire Wedding.
You may askyourself why this warrants a headline. I'll tell you why: Kingsley Monroe Turner is the daughter of Francis Garrison Turner. Ring a bell? I know. It's been a while since we got some news on this front.
The daughter of the man who almost killed Lilly McGuire—she finally carries the last name legally—was part of the very exclusive guest list. But not only that, she attended the event on the arm of the one and only Weston Sheats—previously estranged, but, as it seems, once again best friend of Rhys McGuire, as he was the best man. McGuire and Sheats had a falling out when he lost his scholarship over his friendship and involvement with the case.
Another surprise was Miss Turner's physical state, as you can easily see in the pictures taken at the wedding. This causes several questions. How did this transpire? Who is the father of the baby? How did Miss Turner get an in with the McGuires?
"What is this?"My heart is beating in my throat.
Wes doesn't get to answer. He opens his mouth but is interrupted by banging at the front door. He scrambles out of bed, refusing to look at me. He bursts out of the room, and before I'm off the mattress, I hear Lilly and Rhys in the house.
"Dude, why didn't you—"
"Rhys, stop!"
"How the fuck did he get those pictures?" Wes.
Everyone is talking over each other. Only wearing one of Wes's shirts, I pull on a pair of shorts and pad down the hallway. They quiet as soon as I enter. I'm still holding Wes's phone in my hand. "Anyone care to explain?"
The fifteen steps it took me to get to the living room, I did something I never wanted to do again: I brought the old King back to the surface.
Three sets of eyes drop to my other hand—the one not holding the phone—and Wes slowly approaches me with his hands up. "Princess, give me the blade, please."
Huh?
I follow their line of sight, and sure enough, the Du Hoc is clenched between my fingers.Shit.Why does this keep happening? I stretch my arm out and let Wes take it from me. He interlaces our fingers and leads me to the couch, where Rhys and Lilly already took over one side.
"I'm so sorry, King." Lilly's sincere apology might as well have been her choking me. My throat constricts while the old King and the new King battle it out in my mind.
Wes pulls me down next to him, and I hand him his phone. I have zero desire to see the pictures of myself again. One as I'm walking to my seat with Elle before the ceremony. The next was taken during the reception—through one of the floor-to-ceiling windows. And the last one, where Wes has his arm around me, walking me to our transportation back into town.
"How the fuck did he get these?" Wes demands from his two friends.
"George thinks he came through the woods. They did perimeter sweeps, but let's be honest, who expected Lancaster to track miles through the snow for a picture? I'm not thatin the spotlightanymore."
Rhys wraps his arm around Lilly as she speaks.
As soon as they mention the name, something clicks. "Wasn't that the reporter that was obsessed with your case?" I ask Lilly. I did get through some of his videos before I got cut off. He covered it all from start to finish.
"That's him," Rhys speaks up. "He's been a pain in the ass since, but always stays far enough away—knows exactly what to do to not break the law. Drives G insane."
"Do I have to be worried? What does this mean? I'm supposed to be in hiding." My pulse begins to throb. Gray is going to lose his shit over this. "I'm going to have to leave again." My eyes frantically start looking around the room. I need to pack, get Echo. Technically, I still have my lease in Arizona. I need to find a new—
"KING!" Someone shakes me.
—job. Maybe Eddie from the hotel can help. He was always nice and—
"PRINCESS! Jesus, look at me." Wes grips my chin and forces me to look at him.
When I finally meet his eyes, he continues, "We will figure this out. George is already looking for Lancaster."
"Marcus will take over your security for now," Lilly amends.
I gape at her. "What? What about you?"
"I'm fine. George has half his team here," she assures me.
I drop my head in my hands. Why? Why does this keep happening?
