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I don’t answer. What am I supposed to say to him?

“Bye,” he says, cutting through the silence.

“Goodbye.”

He hangs up, and I lower to one of the chairs in my doom and gloom.

Every time I think of leaving, there’s something that pops into my mind that makes me sad it’s come to that. Now I’m thinking of Georgiou and Henry.

I just found them, and it will be over anyway between us in four weeks' time.

That doesn’t mean I’m going to forget.

I can’t forget how safe I feel in Georgiou’s arms and how alive I feel when Henry smiles at me.

Their touch makes my body respond to them in ways I never imagined happening.

The clicking of heels against the pavement makes me lift my head, and when I see Cordelia, I get up and rush over to her.

She hugs me, and I tell her everything that happened.

I’ll miss her too.

Where I’m going, no one can follow.

I’ll be alone, and I’ll have to start life as someone new.

18

Evie

Imanaged to push the whole conversation with my father out of my mind when John came to pick me up.

The instant I saw the car, I felt free and like a different woman—someone new—the daring woman who is about to see two gorgeous men who are really into her.

It was nice talking to Cordelia, and she made me believe that I could forget the world and enjoy my two princes, who have no idea how much they’ve rescued me.

I’m wearing a chic little black dress tonight with black lacy lingerie.

I always feel sexy in black, and with my hair down and my lips painted red, I feel confidence in abundance. I wouldn’t feel this type of confidence in the real world for just being Evangeline Ricci, the girl who was always kept in the tower.

When I get to their house, and the guys look at me, I feel it all over again.

I kiss them both, like really kiss them, and we take turns spooning each other before they carry me upstairs, and we strip naked.

I’m not nervous anymore, and although it’s still early days, I seem to have fallen into a rhythm of knowing what to do.

I drop to my knees and start our magical night by blowing them both.

The next night is the same, just hotter and wilder.

We start by fucking downstairs in the living room on the sofa, but neither of them finishes in me.

I should have known something was up from that. They just take turns burying their cocks deep inside me, and then they carry me upstairs.

When they set me on the bed, Henry gives me a devilish grin.

“It’s time I claim your other virgin passage, Duchess,” he states, and my eyes widen.

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