NINEI watch his reflection in the glass. He stands a few feet from the door, looking as impressive as ever in his deep navy suit, which I matched earlier. Standing beside him at the party, the hues of our clothes identical, made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I belonged like I earned my place…...and he took it away so easily. Kade rakes his fingers through his hair and stares at the back of my head. Disdain wafts off him. I didn't hear the conversation exchanged in deep, hushed tones, but I knew it was Albert. I saw him in the window's reflection. I fight a shudder. I don't want to be with that man. Something about him makes my skin crawl. Maybe it's the fact he's a husband and a father... Perhaps it's the way he looked at me when Henry indecently bent me over a table in the drawing room. Either way, the thought of him unleashes spiders down my spine. "That was your boyfriend," Kade says, and my lips quirk. Petty. "He feels I'm taking too long preparing you. What do you thi

NINESeven days pass in a flurry of lessons I don't retain, and long, lonely hours cooped up in Kade's bedroom. I flick through books that are much too hard to read and watch tiny, blue dancers in the flames of the fireplace as it turns chunks of wood to ash. Two days later, I'm requested in the laundry to help cover for a handful of Unfortunates made bedridden by illness, and I jump at the opportunity to do something. Anything. I shove a pillowcase into the murky depths of the tub and rub the fabric together. Hunching, I swipe my forehead over my bicep, wiping at the beading sweat that coats my skin as the noisy driers spew humidity into the room. Unfortunates mill about, like goldfish in a pond, doing their daily duties and paying me no attention as I make my way through the pile of pillowcases. The fabrics are uncomplicated, white with no stains, making my job relatively straightforward. I breathe a sigh of relief. It's easy down here, hidden among piles of washing. If I overheard

KADEHe nudged his heels into Vanta's side, and his prized stallion trotted along behind Vince as he approached the pack of dogs. "Home," Vincent commanded with a flick of his hand, and the dogs fled, speeding back in the direction they came. "How do you know they'll go back to the manor?" Nine asked, knowing better than to speak out of turn. Vince scowled. "They're well trained. Unlike you."Nine shifted, and Kade rolled his eyes. Gripping his saddle horn, Vince planted his boot in the stirrup and lifted himself onto Tariq's back without a struggle. Clicking his tongue, he pulled on Tariq's reins harder than Kade did, and Tariq veered with a bounce, moving the way Vince wordlessly commanded.Kade and Nine followed Vince as he led the way. A kilometre later, they broke out of the thicket and into the clearing. Vince took his horse from a trot to a canter. Then the canter quickened into a gallop. When there was enough space between them, Kade could breathe. He dipped his head, placin

NINE"It's eight-fifteen," Portia announces, storming into the bathhouse, a hair brush and hair pins in her hands. "I'm well aware of the time.""Then you must also be aware of how quickly you're running out of it. You haven't even done your hair."Grunting, I grit my teeth and attempt to tie the sheer lilac tunic at my shoulder for the umpteenth time. I can't get it to feel comfortable. I can't get it to sit correctly. Cursing under her breath, Portia throws the hair brush and pins into the basin and slaps my hands away from the fabric. I drop my hands and watch as she effortlessly ties the a-line tunic the way it's meant to be tied. "Why are we dressed like this?" I ask, eyeing up the floor-length tunic. Its neckline plunges to my sternum, and my nipples are distinguishable through the ruffled fabric. "Master Vince chose the attire for tonight. Consider yourself lucky. Master Kade had your dress altered."I compare in the mirror. The colours of our tunics were the same, but wh

NINEOnyxObsidian.Volcanic glass.The way Kade's darkness speaks to my soul is unlike anything I've ever known. Raven eyes that once stirred fear in every fibre of my being are the only ones bringing me comfort now. I shiver as bitter, cool air seeps into my pores and penetrates my bones. His face disappears, dissolving into nothing, hollowing me out. My eyelids flutter. "Don't stick them in dry. Warm her up first." Something brushes against the apex of my thighs, and I jolt, my eyes shooting open. I groan, blinking into the void, desperate to rid my eyes of the greasy blur coating them. I turn my head toward gentle murmurs of conversation, and my brain rolls in my skull, making me nauseous. Another brush against my inner thigh, and I straighten my head. I peer at the fuzzy wooden banisters that hold up the ceiling, then tilt my head and focus on the shadowed gathering of people to my left. Damn this vision. I try to lift my hands to swipe at my eyes but barely get a twitch out