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If Jade isn’t in her dorm or my room, and she entered the house but never left, there’s only one possibility.
She’s still there. I bolt out of the administration building, barely hearing Helga call after me. My pulse hammers in my ears, and
BRYNNESoma's scent immediately overwhelms me the second I enter. James stirs, his ears flattening against his head as he inhales a lungful. It’s my first time here, and my eyes drift over every surface. She has the biggest room in the house, but it lacks any personal items.There are no pictures on the wall or on the nightstands on either side of her bed, just two lamps that are off now. A pile of books sits on her study desk, with her school bag at the foot of the chair. I continue to the bed, my fingers brushing against the napkin placed on her damp forehead.“What did the doctor say?”“That she needs rest,” Jade answ
BRYNNEI pace in my room, ignoring the judgmental eyes of my siblings. Sienna stands by the door, her hands on her hips. Tristan has always been a quiet guy, but his disapproval is loud. Kade sits at my desk, drumming his fingers on his thighs.“Brynne,” Sienna says, finally breaking the quiet. “I don’t… I don’t understand. Why did you do it?”My feet crash to a stop, and I run my fingers through my hair. I’d be lying if I said I knew. So, I offer her the truth.“It was an accident. I didn’t know it would work.”The books always tal
SOMAI've never been lucky, and that's true again today. Brynne grabs her jaw, directing his tip to her lips. I choke on a sob, tears lining my eyes as I yank my door open.How dare she talk about wanting to be friends with me? How dare he bring her to our house? I slam the door shut behind me, and someone clears their throat.It’s Tristan. He’s on the couch, one leg on the floor, and the other pressing against the leather. Jade lies between his legs, tucked perfectly in his arms like it’s the safest place in the world. Maybe it is for her.Jealousy coils in my lower belly and spills out through my voice in a harsh whisper. “W
SOMAAfter the bath, we settle down for dinner in the living room. Nerves flutter in my belly as I watch the time.“Do you want to wear something of mine?” I ask.She’s been wearing the same maid uniform she had at the palace. They must have enough because she shows up each day looking neat. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me to do anything about it until now. Not like I have the capacity.“My lady.”“Just for tonight,” I quickly add.Tristan might always seem aloof, but I suspect he&rsquo
SOMAJade helps me get ready for Wednesday’s classes. We haven’t fully returned to our usual routine, but we do eat breakfast together in the suite. My heart gains speed as I head toward the door. It might have something to do with a certain stormy, grey-eyed prince and the wonders of his mouth, but I refuse to give it another thought.So what if we had a moment? Last night was a mistake.As I exit my suite, the door to Brynne’s room opens. He steps out, shutting the door behind him with a soft thud, and my breath seizes. His hair is back up in its bun, and his face is blank as always. Today, the harsh lines of his face are soft, and he’s not scowling at me.
SOMA“It’s me.”Brynne.Everything inside me reacts to his voice. I push up on my hands, digging my palms into his chest in a bid to escape. He loops an arm around my waist and yanks me back.Oh, Goddess. Not again.“It was an accident,” I beg. “I’m sorry. Let me go.”“Stop struggling,” he whispers.My body goes slack, and I try to think up other means to avoid him. I can’t fight him. What I have are my words. Diplomacy. I need to be diplomatic.“Your Highness—”“Stay.”“What?”Brynne loosens his hold on my waist, and his fingers reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. A shiver runs through me at his unusual gentleness, and my heart beats out of rhythm. This was the same guy with Helga. The one who has harassed me twice.Is this a trap? Are they trying to set me up again?“Stay,” he whispers.







