"You seem lost," Sergeant Duvall announced as he walked down the hall.He looked dashing in his military uniform. His black shoes were so polished I could practically see my reflection in them. He had a thick black mustache that made him look older than he was, but when I studied his face, I realized he couldn't be more than a year or two older than me."No, just restless," I answered. I’d just left Aurora’s room but found I didn’t want to go back to my own yet."Ah, I've been there a time or two. Anything in particular keeping you up?" he asked as I paced closer."Nothing I want to talk about," I confessed."I've been there too." Sergeant Duvall nodded. "Would you like some company?"I considered for a fraction of a second. "I think so."Sergeant Duvall moved from where he was leaning against the wall to join me in walking down the hall. "Was the party any good?" he asked casually."It was fine. I'm not big on partying though. I never was," I admitted."Me neither. I
*Rowan*"I'd prefer it if you gave me some space," Genevieve snapped.I sighed. I probably deserved that. I should have left her alone. I never should have asked her for that dance. I kept fumbling all of this, constantly ruining things I should have been able to handle with ease. Genevieve had that effect on me, just scrambling my thoughts and feelings."I can't get you out of my head, Genevieve," I confessed."That's your problem, Rowan. You're the one who kissed me. You're the one that asked me to dance. You've made the first move every time," she reminded me.That struck a raw spot in my chest. I couldn't put into words the feelings I was experiencing, especially after she worded things like that. She was right. I had selfishly dragged her into my own tumultuous feelings. I was struggling to discern why she was feeling what she was feeling, but I could tell she was miserable, and I knew it was my fault somehow."I know," I breathed. "I'm sorry."She blinked up at me.
*Genevieve*I still couldn't sleep. Even after the exhausting conversation down at the beach, my mind wouldn't settle. I knew it was because of the conversation at the beach. I was sick of Rowan swirling through my mind, taking up more real estate than he deserved. He shouldn't get to monopolize my train of thought.It was a relief to know that he genuinely cared about me. I could spend my whole life wondering if he truly meant what he said, but the truth was that it didn't matter. When he kissed me, it felt like he meant it, and that was all the proof I needed. I couldn't do anything with that information, so the whole point was moot.Changing into some leggings and a T-shirt, I got ready to go for a walk around the palace. I wouldn't go back down to the beach, but I could pace a little while in the hallway. I needed to clear my head again, and the walls in my room felt like they were crushing me.The palace was quiet, and the halls were dim. At some point in the middle of the
*Rowan*Seeing Genevieve standing in my doorway like that kicked my pulse into overdrive. Whatever god was listening had answered my prayers. She was back, standing before me wide-eyed and panting, begging for me to let her in.I tugged her inside and pushed the door closed. Feeling her skin against my palms already had me hungry for her. The leggings she was wearing accentuated her full, round ass. Her T-shirt was fitted enough to hint at her willowy figure. I knew how fit she was underneath and still vividly remembered the way her skin heated at my touch there.My mouth was on hers in an instant. I kissed her with more depth and passion than I had kissed anyone before. Her mouth moved fervently against mine. I ran my hands down her back, cupping her ass and holding her hips to mine.I was so thankful she was here. It didn't matter that any of this wasn't right. It didn't matter that we could never truly be together. What mattered right now was that she had come back to me. Sh
*Jonah*There was a Shakespeare quote that seemed to plague my mind these days. 'All the world's a stage and all the men and women are merely players.' Maybe it was a beautiful way of looking at things if you're a playwright, but for me, it was pitiful. I decided from the moment that I'd heard the quote that I wouldn't be just a player. I didn't know if I considered myself a director or not, but I certainly wasn't just a bystander.I might be something of a playwright myself.It took a lot of work to orchestrate something like this. Convincing Aurora to get on board with my plan had been the most time-intensive thing I'd done in a very long time. I was used to making deals and twisting people to my will. But she was smarter than most.Aurora truly had a heart of gold. That was the most complicated part of the entire plan. She didn't want anyone hurt. She cared about making sure the people of our countries got the help she thought she could offer them. She wanted to be a f
*Genevieve*I looked down. That was a mistake. I was stories above open water and some ragged-looking boulders. I took a deep breath and kept climbing. I had done enough free climbing in the gym with Rowan to feel confident doing this.Still, my palms were sweating as I made the climb. It was no surprise that the outside of the palace wasn't exactly the most conducive to climbing. Usually, people wanted castles and palaces to be difficult to scale and gain entry to. If you weren't coming in through the front door, they probably didn't want you coming in at all.I hadn't decided if it was lucky or not that enough of the palace had weathered to the point I could find footholds and handholds. The good thing was that I had enough options on how to climb that I felt fairly confident I could get to a window or something where I could enter. The bad news was that from time to time, the stone would crumble under my feet or my hand, and I would slip, forcing me to make a quick decision ab
*Genevieve*Even though I had barely gotten more than a few hours of sleep last night, I woke up feeling more rested than I had in weeks. My fingers and toes stung, and my arms and legs were sore from the climb, but I felt an overwhelming sense of pride at having been able to survive the climb in the first place. I was rusty, but I wasn't ruined.I rolled over as I tried to convince myself to get up for the day. Something cream-colored caught my eye.I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and reached for my pillow. There was a note left on cream linen paper, with beautifully scripted writing in black ink. I picked it up and read it, feeling my mood instantly brighten.'I enjoyed being with you last night, minus the murder stuff. When can we meet to make a plan? Leave a response note in the planter outside of your room by nine this morning.'The note was signed 'Just R'. I smiled and set it aside. Just Rowan. I should dispose of the note somewhere, destroy it so that no one would f
If I had to listen to one more presentation about flowers for the wedding, I would probably lose my mind. At first, I was enjoying sitting with Aurora as different florists presented their ideas for the wedding. I started to get bored after the sixth one. I had lost count at this point."How many florists are on the island?" I asked Aurora during a break."Only three. But the king and queen wanted to bring in some other options from the surrounding areas. There have been two from Spain, three from Portugal, and I don't know if you noticed, but one of those florists was Scottish. I'm not sure where most of the others were from," Aurora answered."I did notice the Scottish one. I've sort of been tuning the rest of them out. I don't know how you do it. I would go crazy if I had to be the one making the decisions."It was hard to pretend like nothing had changed between the two of us. I couldn't let her know that I knew, but I was having a hard time interacting with her as usual. I