Starlight Scandal

Starlight Scandal

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Entwined Series Book #5 Starlight Scandal Aria Sterling : The moment I stepped into the Grand Sterling Hotel's ballroom, I knew two things: my Valentino heels were killing me, and Ewan Carter was here. Just like that, my night was ruined. The air reeked of expensive perfume and well-dressed deceit. This was a battlefield, and I had one goal-take Ewan Carter down. "Aria, darling." Veronica Sinclair's voice dripped with mischief. "You're glowing tonight." "Survival tactic," I said, sipping my champagne. "Your dress? Bold. Sequins are a choice." Her smile faltered. "You're awful." "I try." Then the room shifted. A ripple of anticipation. I turned. And there he was-Ewan Carter, leaning against the bar like he owned the place. Because, technically, he did. He caught my eye, smirked, and raised his glass. Smug bastard. Unfortunately, he looked good-midnight-blue suit, perfectly styled hair, confidence dripping off him like cologne. Veronica nudged me. "You and Ewan have chemistry." "Sure," I muttered. "If setting him on fire counts." Before I could escape, he was in front of me. "Aria," he drawled. "You look... expensive." I sipped my drink. "It's called taste, Carter. You wouldn't understand." "Harsh," he said, feigning hurt. "And here I thought we could be civil." "Civil? That's rich." "Everything about me is rich." Infuriating. That was the problem with Ewan Carter-he always played to win. And tonight? I needed something from him. Lowering my voice, I said, "I need to talk to you." His brow lifted. "Be still my heart. Aria Sterling wants a private chat?" "Less heart, more necessity." He smirked. "Intriguing. Lead the way." I turned, feeling his eyes on me. This wasn't about him. It was about strategy. But then again... neither of us ever lost. And that? That was where the fun began.
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Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

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