Chapter 41: my Gemita

Luca’s POVA loud shout, like that of a man, was heard, but the words said were undecipherable.“What the fuck was that?” my uncle asked.“Stay here, Uncle,” I muttered.I didn’t know, but I had to find out. I went to the hallway and saw none of the guards were present. If there was a threat, could Charles Black possibly come for Claire?I walked back to the bathroom and pushed open the door. The room was empty with no trace of her.“Claire,” I said, but no response. Only complete silence greeted me.Panic simmered in my chest. She was out of my reach. Anyone could get her. Why did I fucking leave her there? Why didn’t I just wait for her? Why did I assume she knew her way back?My hands curled into fists.“Damn,” I cursed, hitting my palm on the door.I went back to my uncle, who was in the living areas, and I began to pace, calculating where she must have gone and who took her.“What’s wrong, boy?” he said.“I checked for Claire in the bathroom, but she’s not there. None of your guar

chapter 42: sharing a memory

Claire's POV The dining hall was so beautiful. To think that my father’s was. The table was so long it could fit 200 guests comfortably, and that is me over-exaggerating. The sunlight streamed in through the slightly opened windows. I sat right beside Luca. I could feel his posture stiffen. I wondered why he was always uptight and never free, but in this situation I could guess it was because of me. He was too restrained. Just across from us was his uncle, who kept taking one drag after the other of oxygen. You must not ask him what’s wrong with him. It’s none of your business, I chanted in my head. “Claire, I owe you another apology for dragging you into all of this. My nephew and I are both guilty of not being open and understanding toward you,” Stefan said as he took another drag of breath. Anxiety crept up my spine as I lowered my gaze to my plate. My throat felt swollen. I couldn’t even swallow the little bit I had been chewing. “I should be the one apologizing t

giving in to forbidden

Claire POVHe kissed me like he was sucking my soul. It seared itself into every crevice of my chest. His lips pressed harder against mine, and his tongue explored mine. My body folded into him, wanting him to take this further and not stop his torment. In that moment, Luca consumed me.But reality hit me, and with great effort I pulled away, trying to put distance between us.“We should go… it’s getting late. We can’t…” I whispered.He caught my wrist, holding it before I could take another step backwards. His eyes burned into mine. “Don’t run from this, Gemita.”“I’m not running from this,” I lied breathlessly.Instead of letting my wrist go, Luca pulled me closer, such that I could feel his bulge pushing against me.“Stop lying, baby. It does not suit you. Every day we spend in that God damn house we pretend like this thing between us is not fire—a fire that will in time eat us both alive. We call ourselves brother and sister, when our blood tells the real truth,” he murmured.I fl

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Chapter 41: my Gemita

chapter 42: sharing a memory

giving in to forbidden