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Chapter One

May 21st

We have a lot to talk about, my queen

As Landon’s words reverberate through my head, I trace the faers s Because it’s one of ed to her, I’d recognize it by those initials written in elegant calligraphy

“How did you get this?” My voice is sharp and brazen—the kind of tone that would earn eon if I were still under the rule of Heath Bordeaux

Landon glances at ive us a few ets up to leave, and the fact that she’s not fighting him surprises me as much as the familiar way in which he addressed her

After the door shuts upon her exit, he leans forward, hands clasped between his knees “What do you know about your mother’s journals?”

An ie of leather spines, sorted by color, comes torooe

“She had a collection She was alriting between the pages After the crash…” With a hard s, I pause “My uncle boxed theave them to me on my sixteenth birthday”

“Did you read them?”

I shift, crossing ht My ht until the day she died atfrom poems to artistic descriptions of theof those journals renews my sorrow, and rief festers in er to peel away the scabs and uncover the hurt as if it burrowed there yesterday

“I read every word she ever wrote”

He points to the diary in my hands “You didn’t read that one”

“How can you be certain?”

“You’d know the truth if you had”

“The truth?”

Rising to his feet, Landon wanders to the s Unlike lastforht hair a bluish silver, cloud cover greets Landon on the other side of that glass His faded black jeans and olive button-down shirt co backdrop for whatever “truth” the man from the House of Gemini is about to impart

A few seconds slip by before he turns to faceto put it out there Your o”