Malum: Part 2 (The Elite King's Club 5)
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I relax, my heart resting in my chest. I trust him. I trust my Kings. I may not completely trust Hector, but I know who my family are.
“I love you,” I whisper to Brantley.
He blows me a kiss.
Then we all quiet as faint footsteps patter down the stairs. All of our eyes shoot to the entryway of the sitting room, waiting to see who it is that turns the corner.
Long white hair.
Pale, smooth skin.
Dark green doe eyes.
A fragile body held together by a yellow sundress hanging delicately from her frame.
“Hi,” she announces softly. “I’m Saint.”