!!! 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: ZALE FEARSEY )
Why would she say that? I can't wrap my head around the fact that Mera would ever say that to Fallon. It can't be the truth so why did she lie?
Who is she truly in love with?
It must be someone she felt like she needed to hide from Fal. Is it Raze? Fucking hell, what if it is?
Maybe that's why she said those things that broke them up...
No. No, that can't be it. That's rubbish and I know it.
Besides, Fal wanted me to quite literally shut up and listen to it so she must be sure of it. She must believe Mera. And if she believes her, it must be the truth.
Meaning... Mera is in love with me?
That sounds ridiculous.
I'm sticking to my first idea. She's in love with Raze. She must be. Fal is wrong. For once in her life she's wrong.
"How come we're already down while they get to take their sweet time getting ready?" Caen sighs.
"They're not getting ready. If anything they're getting unready." V lets out.
"Gross."
"There's nothing gross about that," Caen smirks. "I would actually love to see-"
"You're disgusting too." I interrupt.
Not a second later and the royal couple saunters in. Looking more in love every second they're together. Raze has his arm around her as he sneaks a quick kiss to her temple. Fal chuckles, her cheeks red, and her lips turned upwards into a big smile.
He makes her happy and frankly that's all I care about. It's what they both deserve. I wish I could give her even more than what she has now. My sisters deserve the world.
Behind them, I see Sorin, Laurent, and Zillah enter as well. I note someone right beside them but I can't see the person that well. I only see that they're wearing a stunning purple dress.
My eyes stay glued to this person, I take the dress in before I even dare to trail my gaze higher. All I see is legs, legs, and more legs. God, she's hot. When I look past her perfectly wide hips, I find myself staring at her breasts. Even though the dress is gorgeous, the necklace that's teasingly dipping into her cleavage makes me want to see it all without the dress.
I want to yank it off of her. My mind is filling with all these dirty thoughts. My dick is practically twitching in my pants. As I'm thinking about sinking into her, I finally meet her eyes.
I'd recognize those faultlessly black curls, those plump cherry lips, and those sultry eyes anywhere.
It's Mera.
Fuck, she looks good. Not good, phenomenal.
I shove these thoughts away like I always do. Mera is a fine-ass woman but she's my friend. And I will not look at her that way. I can't look at her that way. If I do I'll only want to have sex with her and I know I can't do that to her. She's suffered enough.
