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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*Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Readers' discretion is advised.*
The click clacking of my keyboard echoed through Edrian's room as I finished up the last of my report. All of the guys were out at practice, having left about two hours ago after they'd stolen Edrian straight out of the room, which left me all alone in the house with nothing but my thoughts (and some of the guards) to accompany me.
My fingers hovered over the keys, waiting for my brain to piece together an appropriate conclusion, and naturally, my eyes strayed from the keyboard, as if searching for inspiration elsewhere than my blinking cursor.
The photo perched at the corner of Edrian's desk snagged my attention again - the fourth time within a span of an hour, and just like all the other times before, an unintentional smile curved my lips.
I remembered the first time I came in here, during the guys' after party from their first winning game. Edrian had taken care of me after my panic attack and his room, at the time, could've been mistaken for a guest room. There was only one photo, no mementos or not even an out of place throw pillow.
But the photo we'd taken on our first date of us kissing, where I'd been too high on the giddiness of the night that I'd laughed the whole time Edrian was trying to take the picture, sat framed on his desk. He'd pretended to be annoyed, but the soft smile on his face betrayed his act.
After their winning game a few nights ago, Edrian had discussed things over with Bryan to let me stay with him. To my surprise, Bryan hadn't even put up much of a fight.
My things were now all over his space as a result. The blow dryer and skincare products on his bathroom counter, the purple dinosaur plushie (Milo) that looked absurd on his bed, the drawer of my pajamas and the small corner in his closet he'd cleared out for my dresses. I'd originally thought he'd be bothered by how unkempt his room was now that I practically hogged over his personal space, but he never once brought it up.
He sometimes just stared at Milo- like he couldn't quite figure him out.
I shook my head out of my thoughts and returned to my laptop screen, but then a commotion sounded from the main floor of the house, and I froze. Shouts and laughter sounded, coupled with a few groans and grunts as footsteps clambered up the stairs.
My muscles relaxed. It was just the guys. They were back.
Unrhythmic, rowdy knocks sounded at the door then, coming from multiple hands and I couldn't help the smile of amusement from growing as I swung open the door. Skepticism flooded me as soon as I did though.
Three cheeky grins greeted me, like they knew a secret I didn't.
"What?"
"Nothing," Miles said quickly, a little too quickly.
I stared at them. "You guys are being weird."
"We're always weird," Liam joked.
I made a face of agreement and opened the door wider. Their grins grew even larger, if that was even possible, bordering psychopathic and it made me hesitate at the door.
