!!! SECOND BOOK OF THE CROW AND THE CROWN SERIES !!!
!!! WATCH OUT FOR SPOILERS !!!
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Fallon Crow -now Fallon Aeden Ravia- will have to adjust to her new life. Her life in Aeden as queen and wife to Raze Aeden.
Their traumatizing past k...
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( POV: FALLON AEDEN RAVIA )
It's unjust that's what it is. Everyone else gets to be with four or three in the car and I'm stuck with only him.
All the others have a driver but no! Our death machine needs to be driven by the fucking king!
Speaking about the death machine, this thing is going way too fast. I can't even open my eyes to glimpse at the road. He's doing this on purpose, I'm certain of it.
"Put your seatbelt on," he commands. I don't let him see it but even hearing his voice again gives me goosebumps.
I miss him. Of course, I fucking miss him. I tried to act like it wasn't bothering me all day but I've been dying. I hate him for doing this.
"What even is a seatbelt?"
"You'd see it if you would open your eyes."
"Not happening."
He sighs, "fine."
Then I abruptly feel his fingers brush against my cheek, it's fast but it still affects me. I sense his hand glide down before I hear a soft clicking sound.
When I open my eyes I can't help the dampness in them. It's automatic.
He glances at me but doesn't say anything about it. The Raze I know would. But this version of him doesn't.
This version of him doesn't care.
"Fuck." I murmur to myself when I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I've cried enough. I left all my tears and sadness in that cabin, I'm over it.
Instead of concentrating on my pain, I try to focus on something more familiar. My resentment, my comfortable hatred.
Raze has one hand on the steering wheel while his other hand rests on his knee. The veins on his hands are very prominent as he strongly grasps the wheel. I hate to admit it but he looks fucking good. I try to suppress that feeling, the longing I sense for him.
"Why the fuck are you going so fast? Is this even normal?"
"It is," he smirks. "It's one of the things I couldn't wait to show you. It's much easier and faster than carriages."
"Couldn't wait to show me, huh?"
He nods while keeping his eyes on the road, "I have a list of things actually." He's talking comfortably, simply, as if nothing has happened. His entire demeanor is too confident, too chill for my liking.
I scoff, "are you serious, right now?"
The king glances at me, "I am. Why wouldn't I be?" The glimmer of darkness in his eyes could shut me up but it doesn't.
"We broke up. You realize that right? I don't want you to show me anything. I want you to leave me alone."
He shakes his head, his curls moving with him, so smooth that I want to run my fingers through it- stop don't focus on that I warn myself.
