Page 5 of Killian De Luca

What a weirdo.

Is he a stalker or something?

My phone dings with another message.

Now you're wondering if I'm outside your window or have a camera in your room, but I don't. I just know you.

Who are you?

Can't reveal myself quite yet, Reign.

Tell me a clue.

I'll do you one better. We'll keep talking until I think you might have a clue as to who I am or until we meet again.

We've met before?

Yes.

Should I be scared?

Definitely.

Tell me a clue.

Does this mean you’re in?

Yes.

As I wait for his text to roll in, my toes curl in anticipation.

I should be showing this to Papa so he can handle it, but this feels like a fun forbidden secret, like the ones from my books.

It’s fun and exciting.

Can't be that bad.

We met under the stars.

Two

Killian

Age Twenty One

On people’stwenty-first birthday they are either going out to clubs, drinking their little hearts out, having celebratory sex, or some other shit that just slowly wastes your life away.

But for me, this is it.

The day I have been waiting for since I was sixteen years old when my dad told me I was going to end up taking the role soon.

Even though it won't be mine for long, he says that I should still have the honor of taking the role.

Thalia, my older sister, was supposed to be taking the role but after her husband died, she decided to turn the role down. Her husband ended up just being in a coma and he magically came back to life.

She is living on an island in the Mediterranean.

I look at my dad who is sitting at his desk while reading the sacred paper that I have to sign, basically selling my life away to this family. Once I take this role I can never back down from it and if I ever do that means death.

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