Chapter 65
We were off the coast of Ireland somewhere, in what appeared to be an old, abandoned castle. I expected Mason to step out of the shadows the moment we arrived, but he hadn’t. Whatever this operation was, hidden in the middle of nowhere, Orion seemed to be completely in charge of it. Apollo hadn’t said anything, no doubt still mourning his sister. I didn’t know what to do. I kept hold of his hand and tried not to stare at Orion too much.
The last time I’d seen him, he’d had a rope around his neck, about to die. In a heated moment of desperation, I’d almost made love to him, determined to have my first time be decided on by me. Not some antiquated law. Or a King.
If I’d just been a normal girl, and he’d just been a normal boy at The Welcoming Ball we might have been together.
