Page 22 of Twisted (Never After)
“Hey, princess.” His eyes are cast down as he rubs his thumb across the back of my knuckles. “Everything okay?”
Guilt makes my stomach cramp, and I squeeze my fingers around his. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you, I just…”
He winces at my words. “Avoiding? I was hoping you’d have a better excuse.”
And now it’s my eyes that won’t meet his, choosing to focus on our linked hands instead. “I talked to my father.”
Aidan sucks in a breath, his head snapping up. His gaze is searing the side of my face, and the hope I canfeelpermeating off him burns through my skin.
“Youdid?” he asks.
My mouth goes dry as I force the words out. “He wants me to get married.”
Aidan’s eyes darken and he drops my hand like it’s lava, running his fingers through his hair as he lets out a humorless chuckle. “I’m guessing not to me?”
I purse my lips, my eyes dipping again.
“So you tell him no.” His voice is firm. Like it’s just that simple. Yes or no. This or that. My father or him.
But life isn’t black and white, despite how much he might want it to be.
“Aidan…” I start, my voice breaking on his name. “It’s not that simple. It’s his dying wish.”
He laughs again and stands up, the mattress creaking from how fast the weight shifts. “So what, just fuck me then, right? Fuck everything we’ve talked about for years? FuckeverythingI feel for you and all the promises we’ve made?”
His cheeks flush, and my chest throbs as I shake my head, trying to force the words I need to say off my tongue.
“I know you’re upset— ”
“Upset?” he interrupts. “You just told me you’re going to be marrying someone else, Yasmin. What the hell am I supposed to feel, gratitude?”
“I have a plan,” I mumble, my teeth sinking into the corner of my bottom lip, unease swimming through my veins.
I’m conflicted over what to do. I don’twantto use Julian for anything, especially considering who he is and how his new favorite pastime is to apparently belittle me every chance he gets. He makes me so angry that my fingers shake, but I’m just going to have to put that aside and accept that he’s my only option.
“What?” Aidan leans forward. “Don’t get shy now, princess. Speak up so I can hear.”
I suck in a breath at his harsh tone, biting back the tears that are trying to bleed from my eyes. “I said I have a plan.”
He puffs out his cheeks, his hands resting on his hips as he leans his head back so he’s staring at the ceiling. “Let’s hear it then. What is it?”
I open my mouth to reply, but before I can, another voice cuts in.
“It’s me.”
Chapter8
Julian
The boy really is insufferable. He’s groaning over what Yasmin is telling him without offering any valuable input and figuring out a solution, which makes him worthless. After all, problems that show up are nothing more than puzzles asking to be solved.
That being said, the fact that this is the second time I’ve been able to waltz into their “secret” rendezvous spot without them even realizing I’m here doesn’t give me much hope for either of their ingenuity.
The boy— Aidan—spins around, his dull brown eyes meeting mine before he whips his head to Yasmin. “You talked toJulian Faraciabout this?”
I chuckle at the way my name rolls off his tongue like battery acid.
“My father listens to him,” Yasmin rushes out, her voice tinged with desperation. “He canhelpus, Aidan.”
