Page 100 of The Bastard Prince


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Forget about it.

Shivering, I turned away and stared down at my bare thighs, too fucked up to process.

"Look," Trig said quietly from beside me. "You are free,corderito."

We both knew that wasn't true.

I was here because he claimed me, not because I had freewill.

I wasn't free.

I had just lucked out in the claimed-whore department.

There was a big difference.

This wasn't ours.

It washis.

And Fabio was coming for me.

This momentary peace or whatever the hell it was, was exactly that – momentary.

Temporary.

It wouldn't last.

"I am furious with you," Trig decided to tell me. "You are so stupid."

I could feel the weight of his stare on my face, but I refused to look up.

"You could have been killed," he continued, tone gruff and full of emotion. "You are so fucking reckless sometimes,corderito."

Sighing heavily, I clasped my hands together and remained silent.

"Speak to me."

I couldn’t.

"Ashton."

Nothing.

I had nothing left to give.

"You are not doing this –" Releasing a frustrated growl, he snagged my chin between his fingers and turned my face to his. "Snap out of it." His eyes were dark as coal and burning with heat. "Come on,corderito." Stroking my chin with his thumb, he cupped my cheek and shifted closer. "Come back to me."

"Do you think I could get that bird now?" I whispered, leaning into his touch, feeling completely hollow. "Do you think Peter was mad at me?" I swallowed deeply. "For caging him? What if birds don't like to be caged?" I didn’t. "Do you think he hated me?"

"Enough about the damn bird," Trig bit out, sounding pained. "Get out of your head and come back to me."

"I don’t know how," I confessed, biting down on my lip. "Everything's dark now, and I think I've lost my way back."

"That is bullshit," he snapped, crowding my personal space.

I guess it didn’t matter anymore.

I belonged to him.

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