In the ruthless world of warring mafia families, blood ties are meant to be thicker than any blade. But for princesses Calla and Lily, loyalty will be torn between honor and selfish desires.
After a treacherous death threat, the sisters are forced i...
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Sneaking back into the Song mansion alone is a lot harder than sneaking out with Calla's help. I manage, with a scrape or two, from climbing the sky-high privacy walls before out waiting a couple of guards and slipping in through the maid entrance in the laundry room. A second later, I'm home free as I enter my dark room, quietly shutting the door behind me.
With a sigh of relief, I strip out my Funhouse clothes and into a silk pajama short set. I don't know how I do it in the pitch black of my room without hurting myself, but I do. The soft covers of my bed welcome me like a warm hug as I climb in.
I'm exhausted. I love dancing at the Funhouse, basking in the freedom I'm rarely allowed in our world, but it sure does take a lot out of me. That's why the second my head hits the fluffy pillows, I'm out like a light.
My body is in desperate need of a long sleep but it feels like I barely get a few minutes before my closed lids are disturbed by a wave of light. I try to open my eyes but quickly squeeze them shut when I'm blinded, the sound of ripping fabric and metal clanking soon following.
"What the hell?" I groan, forcing myself to sit up as I blink several times and rub my eyes.
My blurry vision slowly clears, and the first thing I see is a dark silhouette. A strong arm reaches high, grabbing the last curtain left hanging over the window-covered wall and glass sliding door, and yanks it down. When they turn around, I'm finally able to make out Kwan's face, but only just barely. Facing me, his entire body is basked in sunlight like a glowing aura or halo is radiating from him. Baggy sweat pants hang low on his hips and a black muscle shirt clings to him like a second skin. If I weren't so sleepy and irritated, I'd might actually find it hard to speak as I take him in...standing in my room, no less.
Instead, my crankiness takes over. "The fuck, Kwan?"
"Good morning to you too, Princess," he answers, taking a step closer to my bed with my curtains piled high and draped over one arm. "I'd say I'm sorry for waking you, but that would be a lie. Especially considering that when I woke up this morning and looked out my door to check on you, I couldn't see a damn thing 'cause you blocked me out with these curtains."
My brows knit tightly together. "Seriously? I can't even shut my curtains?"
He lifts the arm, holding the material as a sarcastic smirk hints at the corner of his mouth. "Well, you can't now."
"There is such a thing called privacy. Heard of it?"
With another step closer, his legs meeting the side of the bed, Kwan leans forward. His free hand lands on top of my comforter, supporting his weight as he gets just inches from my face.
I don't know what to do with him this close. My brain is too foggy from the late night and lack of sleep to think of anything. Of course my body reacts on its own, suddenly making it hard to breathe while my heart begins to race like a wild horse.
