A Death to Seek (Thornes & Roses 3)

Never judge a book by its cover, Mr. Thorne.

I hit send and shut off my phone. I’ll leave him with that to ponder for a while. I should get some sleep. Once I slip under the covers, I close my eyes and nuzzle into my pillow. This will be the last time I sleep in this bed. And starting tomorrow, I’ll be in an entirely new home, with a new family.

And I’m not sure I’m ready.

3

FINN

My frustration from last night has kept me up. I couldn’t sleep, and as the sun rises on another day, I’m tense. Stalking into my attached bathroom, I turn on the shower and strip off my sweatpants. The moment I step under the spray, I close my eyes and drop my head forward. The pinpricks of warmth massage my shoulders and neck, but it does nothing to ease the tension that’s taken a hold of me.

I shouldn’t have messaged her last night, but as I scrolled through those perfect photos, I couldn’t help myself. I’m angry at the world, but more at my father, who’s forcing this on me. I should go to London, let Cassian deal with the princess when she arrives, but that wouldn’t be fair to my brother.

I may be a dick most times, but I love my family. The question is, can I love a girl I’ve only just met? No. There’s no way I can do this, and she’s… special. There’s something about her that intrigued me when we met. It was as if she was hiding behind a mask. Her gaze locked on mine, but in those dark eyes, I recognized demons. The same darkness that she may find resides in Thorne Manor.

I reach the kitchen to find it empty, and I’m thankful for the reprieve from people. The house is generally busy with staff, but today, it’s as if they’ve left the house to the ghosts that dance down the hallways in the witching hour. I grab a mug and set it under the drip, flicking on the button, I wait until the machine stops.

“I didn’t think I’d see you awake so early.” His voice comes from behind me. The voice of a ghost that has haunted my every waking minute, and one that has appeared in my dreams since we first met seven years ago.

“I didn’t think you’d be in the house,” I tell him as I turn to face the boy who became a man before my very eyes. My father would call him the help, but he isn’t just staff. And that’s what dad, nor my brothers know. I’ve kept it a secret for so long, I don’t know how to be anything else to him than a hidden truth.

His black hair is buzzed short against his scalp. Smooth, tanned skin is darkened with ink from his shoulders to his wrists, and the one on his neck that matches a dying rose, reminds me of why he got it only a year ago. It was when I told him we could never be public.

His lips are perfectly pouty, just like Zaria’s. His silver eyes pierce me as he watches me for a long, silent moment. They hold so many secrets. Even mine. He’s never forced the issue about us, and he hasn’t ever given me an ultimatum. But he has watched me traipse in and out of this house, as well as every fucking party with a girl on my arm. And even so, he never once acted as if he was jealous.

He came to me at a time I needed someone. My brothers were always there for me, but I needed a distraction. My mind craved something more, something darker. And that’s when Jarred Beaumont walked into my life and brought his demons to play with my own.

“I needed to see how you’re doing after meeting your wife.” There is a biter edge to his tone I’ve never heard before. His eyes shimmer with unsaid emotion. My chest tightens involuntarily because I wasn’t expecting it to hurt. I’ve had my heart broken before when I lost Eloise. She was my best friend, and I loved her more than I ever expected to. When she died, I lost myself. Nobody knows the truth of what happened to her. They blamed Creed Haven, my brother Damien’s best friend. But it wasn’t him. He took the fall for something that was never his doing.

“She’s not my wife,” I finally bite out as I clench my teeth. My jaw tightens when the corner of Jarred’s mouth tips upward. He stalks into the room, making a beeline for me. When he reaches the counter where I’m standing, he leans forward, his face in mine, our mouths inches apart. The heat of him blazes across me, and his lips part on a sentence shocks me.