When vengeance strikes in the form of a bullet out for the princess's blood, Princess Aleia VonAuclair must flee the heart of her country in order to protect the people she loves and take back the pieces of her soul she'd lost to the girl she once l...
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Inky rays of silver moonlight trickled through the crevices of the curtains, showering over the navy comforters enveloping me in a swathe of pine and wood. I stifled a yawn and sat up and when I glanced to my hands, they were still a burrito of cold jelly packs from last night.
04.38 flashed at me in red from the bedside table, telling me I'd only gotten a solid three hours of sleep. Not bad but not great either.
Throwing the covers off my legs, I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and rubbed my eyes. I stretched my arms above my head, and as I twisted my spine to elicit a satisfying, echoing crack, a large silhouette in the corner of the room caught my attention, his arm slung over his eyes and a single pillow under his neck.
My heart skipped a beat and a rush of unfiltered warmth cascaded through me in a mighty sweep at the memories of his sweet words and gentle hand from last night.
Let me take your pain away.
Promise me you'll find me.
I admired the sight in front of me for a minute longer before standing on nimble feet and tiptoeing in the direction of his bedroom door. There was no way I could possibly fall asleep again after this, especially not with the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions pressing into my mind. I'd only wake him up with my constant tossing and turning.
I clambered on soft feet down the flights of stairs and into the kitchen, and I realised with a light feeling in my chest, that the peacefulness that had washed over me last night still remained. It seemed that it would as long as I knew he was around.
Flicking the lights on, I stripped off the ice jelly packs and tucked them away back into the freezer. The swelling had gone down tremendously in the past few hours, with only the telltale cuts scarring the back of my hands being the only indication of what I'd done in the bathroom.
Since I couldn't possibly start shooting arrows in the Zalen House, and since there was no way I could invite Bryan in for a boxing session at four in the morning and possibly wake up the entire busload of boys snoring away, I opted for my last resort - baking.
It was a mindless enough chore, and it would keep me equally as busy for the next couple hours until I needed to go home.
I yanked open their industrial sized fridge door and studied the contents available to me. Milk, eggs, a hefty number of bags filled to the brim with meat and a loaf of bread.
You'd think with the number of men living in this house, they'd at least be able to keep their fridge fully stocked with more than basic condiments and dairy. With a roll of my eyes, and a chuckle, I texted Byran with my watch since I'd left my phone upstairs.
Do you think you could run to the store for me? I'll send you a list.
Not even two seconds later, my watch dinged with a reply.
