Semua Bab The Girl Who Loved Two Princes: The Series : Bab 231 - Bab 240

"You heard Cam. The Inner Circle's here to vote on who gets to be Queen of Assassins. Your girlfriend or your fiancee."The poor, anxious, dumbfounded man still looked confused. "She didn't explain to you about the table huh? Funny how she's always bitching about Madz and I keeping secrets when she—" This stupid comment stung more than it should. They should have gotten to that when she got the news of Madz's passing. She should have told him everything. Instead, she withdrew from him, from them, yet again. Aaron had made the right call. Even if there was no Aaron and Emily by the end of today, there definitely shouldn't be an Aaron and Keira. "Just spit it out, Kate." "Fine, fine. The table has 12 people, but in true House of Assassins fashion, no position is equal. The first five members, excluding seat number one of course, were handpicked by Madz as the former Queen of Assassins from amongst the founding families with the exception of one, which Keira chose to take her former

A year after Cassie and James fled Caines(Caines, Terres Somnia) The call came on a Wednesday from someone who declined to give a name. All he said was that Cassie and James wanted him to know that they were okay. For the first time in a year Aaron didn't feel like he was buried under grief. On Wednesdays she went horse riding. Correction: on Wednesdays, that's now what they did. Maybe today they didn't need to get drunk out of their minds. Or maybe some sick freak had gotten a hold of the truth and played some sick joke on him. Flashes of James' still body being carried off ran through his mind. He could still see the blood all over Cassie's hands and clothes. So much blood. And then the bullets that followed that first one just for good measure. Aaron just couldn't see how James and Cassie might have survived that. He was already mounted on a snow white horse when she rocked up next to him. When he saw her, dressed from head to toe like the cutest little jockey he'd ever seen, h

He was testing the waters, checking to see how drunk she was, how many liberties he could take. "Maybe I'll find you another Svetlana," she said with an edge to her voice that meant not even tipsy. He wanted her in his arms, right where she was, but that was the problem. There was nothing he could do but keep replacing the Svetlanas of the world night after night to dull the pain of not holding her. Giving her and James the go ahead was one thing. Making his heart give up on her was something else entirely. Hell he'd been trying for years. After their dance, they went through glasses of champagne faster than dance partners, which neither had any shortage of. They were hollow, empty, torturous exchanges. Just the thing in between getting back to each other. The most recent one had clung to him for two dances. Two dances were bad. Two dances meant he might take her home and by home she meant some hotel or other for the night. Two dances meant Emily might not get the last and that she

Aaron heard Nathan telling him he would tuck her in, just like Aaron did. It was right after the proposal and she was definitely drunk then. Did she spend that night with him too?Aaron grabbed Emily and forced her down onto her back, took her hands in his, laying his hard body on top of hers. He found himself reliving all the times they'd done shady shit like this while she was drunk. Remembering the angry, jealous, passionate heat coming off of him as he kissed, took and touched what wasn't his to have. It was wrong to forgo the guilt about kissing and touching her while his brother fought for his life. That's what they did though. Just them. Just with him. It wasn't the same as her and Nathan. They were in love, even if she didn't know it yet. She wouldn't have let someone else touch her, not now, not when she finally had him. "What happened after the shooting?" She tried to let go, to reassert control, but he wouldn't budge. "I always loved the way you're looking at me right no

(Caines, Terres Somnia)Sitting in a dingy, dark corner in some hole in the wall place mixing all sorts of liquor to try and reproduce the one time he remembered being drunk, was Prince Aaron Condor. How had he gotten here? It was her fault. He had a good thing going until she came and messed with his schedule. Aaron’s days had been so packed to the brim since he got home that he had next to no time to think. That was until Emily paid him a visit, stole all his shit and basically blew up his house of cards, like she had a tendency to do. “Who does she think she is anyway, telling me what I need?” he said to no one in particular. His cocktail of liquor got him buzzed, but not much else was happening. He couldn’t do to himself what Keira managed to do that night. Aaron had no idea what was in that glass, but her flirtatious, evil grin wouldn’t leave him be until he chugged it. With her, he never wanted to say no. His arrogance about her being as yet unable to get him drunk ended with