Semua Bab The Girl Who Loved Two Princes: The Series : Bab 261 - Bab 270

The calm oceans she fell in love with staring back at her, Keira felt the heaviness on her chest lift as her heart rate slowed and her breathing gradually returned to normal. He laced their fingers and took her to stand directly under the showerhead with him. She lifted up her arms for him, let him take off her t-shirt and bra. They emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, freshly showered and dressed, him in the same shirt and pants he arrived in and her in a pair of boy shorts and tank top, both black. "About time. I was sure she killed you," Kate said nonchalantly, yawning. She looked between the two of them, pausing to take in her battered and bruised sister, while Keira and Aaron exchanged guilty looks. "You pass, Condor. You may stay. The den's a no boning zone though. Nate will flip out if he sees you spearing our sister with your—" "Thank you, Katie," Keira said tightly. This little exchange earned the Dormer women a chuckle from Aaron. "Thank you, Katherine. Much

The slightest little frown accompanied a flinch. Should've been there, by her side. Should've been the one she woke up screaming at. Should've been the one who rocked her back to sleep. If he had been, would the nightmares have gone away by now? Gotten better? The way she looked now, without her makeup to hide behind, like she hadn't slept in months. He couldn't take it, kept screaming why at her in his head. "Maybe next time you decide to go hunting for a potential killer, take people who know about the screaming with you," he muttered as he went to work on the half completed crossword puzzle before him. "I'm sorry," she muttered back. "About everything." If she said sorry one more time, there was no telling what he'd tell her to do with it. She turned her back on him then, but of course sleep wouldn't come. It wasn't long before she turned back around, sat up and snatched the newspaper out of his hands. He grinned, watching her as she looked over the now completed crossword. Li

The father, King Edward, lost to the grief of losing his wife and the son, Prince Dean, lost to the bloodlust. And the rest of them? Just lost, either on the battlefield or to the faces of the men and women they killed in the name of the king’s greed, his hunger for power. Back then, her mother was her hero. Madz spearheaded the rise against King Edward. She and Troy brought the army of myth to the surface to put an end to the wars. Keira would have followed her to hell and back. They all would have. They all did. The cost was them. Love, blood, family, loyalty, humanity. Everything. What did they become? When did tomorrow become worthy of their souls? No more, can’t take anymore. Come back to me. Come back for me, my hope, my peace. Not for a king or country. Just him. There was a world in which the war was just for them. Where she fought with him for them like he was already doing. King of my heart, owner of my soul. Claim me, save me, change me. Make me worthy of you. I’m y

2021, February 22nd(Venatores, Warlanda) Aaron felt Keira's struggling body just in time to cover her mouth with his hand. It helped to know it was coming. As her struggling became more aggressive, so did Aaron. He pulled his hand away from her mouth and rolled her onto her stomach, shoving her head face first into the pillow. She let loose, muffled screams pouring out of her. Then he was on top of her, straddling her, pinning her down with his thighs, locking her arms behind her back as he looped them into his own. "It's okay. You're okay," he said, pressing his body into hers, lowering his lips to her ear. "Come back to me. Come back for me, Keira." He couldn't make himself say the rest of it. She wasn't his hope and peace anymore. All she was now was agony. No promise of it letting up. He wouldn't get her back if he hung in there a while. Just pain, no pleasure. Nothing to hope and fight for. Evidently, it had been enough just the same. Soon she stopped struggling and turned h

"You know you're a pain in the ass, right?" Aaron asked, pulling back to look down into Emily's eyes. Before she could respond, he kissed her. Unlike last time, his mouth was loving, cautious, accepting, inviting against hers. Until his mind turned against him. His body followed shortly thereafter and the kiss turned desperate, overwhelmingly eager. She just tasted so right. Her full lips pressed against his felt too good. Her ripe mouth molded so readily against his, giving his tongue free reign to explore every last inch of it as she did the same to his. It was the perfect blend of give and take. Thoughts of taking her hand and dragging her to an airport immediately so that he could take her home, where it could be just them again filled his head. They could start over. He would tell her the truth. She could yell at him forever if she needed to as long as he could kiss her in between, as long as it could be behind closed doors while he split her body in two. As long as they could