Adelaide Forrest

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    time in Ibiza." We made our way into the entrance, Isa's hand reaching out to touch the old stone with trembling fingertips.
    "It's really been here that long?" she asked, the history buff inside her forcing her excitement to the surface much like I'd hoped.
    Humming my agreement, I captured her hand in mine and dragged our fingers over the stones so they scratched her palm. She closed her eyes; her face pinching as she lost herself to the desire of me pressing into her spine. Of our hands together.
    I'd use my touch to manipulate her every chance I got.
    I hadn't expected the innocent virgin to be so inclined to my rougher tastes. I'd expected to spend the next few days making love to her sweetly and then slowly acclimate her to the more...
    Deviant of my desires.
    But that she stood there with me willingly after I'd lost my control with her repeatedly proved just how well-matched we were. She'd give me everything I wanted and beg me for more.
    As long as I kept her from questioning if her desires were wrong. I suspected my Isa would battle with that, eventually.
    The entryway opened up before us as we stepped through the narrower tunnel. Her face lit as she took in the whitewashed buildings and stone streets. The timing of her trip was unfortunate, but I hadn't been willing to wait any longer to bring Isa to Ibiza just to avoid the summer crowds in Dalt Vila. Vendors lined the streets for the summer, selling all sorts of wares and handmade items. I guided her up the road, passing vendors who smiled at her as if she was their saving grace even as they avoided me entirely.
    Nobody wanted to make eye contact with the devil.
    Even as my princesa turned wide eyes to them and smiled shyly when she didn't understand what they said to her, they still moved forward as if drawn by her haunted presence. Something in her called to all of us, a history that needed fixing and a mystery that needed solving.
    Our fingers interlocked as I guided her forward slowly. "Wait until you see the citadel up close," I told her, squeezing her hand to draw her attention back to me. As much as I loved watching her fall in love with the island, I wanted nothing more than for her to love me for giving it to her.
    I would be the center of her universe. Not Ibiza.
    "The citadel?" she asked, her voice betraying her excitement. "Sorry," she winced with a laugh as she tempered her joy. I wanted to rage against the fact that she felt the need to diminish her happiness. Like she couldn't enjoy something without feeling guilty. "I'm a history geek. I'm going to college in the fall to get my Bachelor's in Anthropology."
    "Why not just regular history?" I asked, prying into the parts of her mind that I couldn't know from watching her. Hugo knew her very well, but there were certain questions he didn't think to ask. His desire to know her didn't come from a unique fascination, though I knew the boy had come to care for her in his time with her.
    I already knew Joaquin had questioned me far too often

    timp în Ibiza."Ne-am îndreptat spre intrare, mâna lui Isa întinzând mâna pentru a atinge piatra veche cu vârful degetelor tremurând.
    "Este într-adevăr aici atât de mult timp?"a întrebat, pasionatul de Istorie din interiorul ei forțând entuziasmul ei la suprafață, așa cum am sperat.
    Fredonând acordul meu, I-am prins mâna în a mea și ne-am târât degetele peste pietre, astfel încât i-au zgâriat palma. A închis ochii; fața ei ciupindu - se în timp ce se pierdea din cauza dorinței mele de a-i apăsa coloana vertebrală. Mâinile noastre împreună.
    Mi-aș folosi atingerea pentru a o manipula de fiecare dată când am ocazia.
    Nu mă așteptam ca Fecioara inocentă să fie atât de înclinată spre gusturile mele mai aspre. Mă așteptam să petrec următoarele câteva zile făcând dragoste cu ea dulce și apoi să o aclimatizez încet la mai mult...
    Deviant de dorințele mele.
    Dar faptul că a stat acolo cu mine de bunăvoie după ce mi-am pierdut controlul asupra ei a dovedit în mod repetat cât de bine ne potriveam. Îmi dădea tot ce voiam și mă implora mai mult.
    Atâta timp cât am împiedicat-o să se întrebe dacă dorințele ei erau greșite. Am suspectat Isa mea ar lupta cu asta, în cele din urmă.
    Intrarea s-a deschis în fața noastră când am pășit prin tunelul mai îngust. Fața ei s-a luminat când a intrat în clădirile văruite în alb și pe străzile de piatră. Momentul călătoriei ei a fost nefericit, dar nu am fost dispus să mai aștept să o aduc pe Isa la Ibiza doar pentru a evita aglomerația de vară din Dalt Vila. Vânzătorii au aliniat străzile pentru vară, vânzând tot felul de mărfuri și articole lucrate manual. Am ghidat-o pe drum, trecând pe lângă vânzători care i-au zâmbit de parcă ar fi fost harul lor salvator, chiar dacă m-au evitat în întregime.
    Nimeni nu a vrut să facă contact vizual cu diavolul.
    Chiar dacă prințesa mea a întors ochii mari spre ei și a zâmbit timid când nu a înțeles ce i-au spus, Ei au continuat să meargă înainte ca și cum ar fi fost atrași de prezența ei bântuită. Ceva din ea ne-a chemat pe toți, o istorie care avea nevoie de remediere și un mister care avea nevoie de rezolvare.
    Degetele noastre s-au încrucișat în timp ce o ghidam încet înainte. "Așteaptă până Vezi Cetatea de aproape", I-am spus, strângându-i mâna pentru a-i atrage atenția asupra mea. Oricât de mult mi-a plăcut să o privesc îndrăgostindu-se de insulă, nu am vrut nimic mai mult decât ca ea să mă iubească pentru că i-am dat-o.
    Aș fi centrul universului ei. Nu Ibiza.
    "Cetatea?"a întrebat ea, vocea ei trădând entuziasmul ei. "Îmi pare rău", a tresărit ea râzând în timp ce își tempera bucuria. Am vrut să mă înfurii împotriva faptului că simțea nevoia să-și diminueze fericirea. De parcă nu s-ar putea bucura de ceva fără să se simtă vinovată. "Sunt un tocilar al istoriei. Mă duc la facultate toamna să - mi iau licența în Antropologie."
    "De ce nu doar istoria obișnuită?"L-am întrebat, indiscret în părțile din mintea ei că nu am putut ști de la vizionarea ei. Hugo o cunoștea foarte bine, dar erau anumite întrebări pe care nu se gândea să le pună. Dorința lui de a o cunoaște nu a venit dintr-o fascinație unică, deși știam că băiatul a venit să aibă grijă de ea în timpul petrecut cu ea.
    Știam deja că Joaquin mă întrebase mult prea des

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    For the ones who find freedom in the dark.
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    For the ones who find freedom in the dark.
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    “At least leave Mistfell. The guards aren’t far from here,” I said, grimacing at the smile she gave in return.

    “And yet here you are, risking punishment by being out this time of night. I think you understand better than most why we must take the chance. There is beauty in knowing who you are, and in embracing that in spite of the potential consequences.
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    There was something deeply therapeutic about my rebellious little walks in the woods. Something appealing in the way they went against the strictures placed on me by a corrupt society that was so often determined to keep women pure and virtuous for the husbands who hadn’t even been chosen yet.
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    One day, sooner than I cared to acknowledge, my fate and my activities would be decided by my husband, and that was when the true horrors of my life would begin.
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    I’d learned long ago that, even though she couldn’t feel the impact when she fell, I felt the stain of those bruises on my heart if I failed to move carefully enough.
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    Instinct drove me to apologize, as if he had some Gods-given right to my body and it wasn’t truly my own.

    I shoved that down, focusing on my lack of understanding. Focusing on the why.
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    I hesitated, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. “I just wanted something that was mine. A choice I-I could make for once,” I explained. Confessing my sin in the Temple felt like the greatest crime, an apology for something I couldn’t force myself to regret; not when it meant that whatever husband they chose for me would be sorely disappointed in the wife he ended up with.
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    "Perhaps you like being the only one to—"

    Loris interrupted my response, leaning forward to crush his lips to mine urgently. His brown eyes drifted closed the moment he touched me, as if some part of him settled when I didn’t speak any words to demean what we'd become to one another.

    It wasn't love, but it was as close as the two of us would ever come; a rebellion against the life chosen for us where his duty demanded he never marry and mine condemned me to it.

    Gentle hands raised to touch my waist, tugging me closer as I returned his kiss and leaned into his warmth. I knew it would be our last, that after I confessed Lord Byron knew about our tryst, he wouldn't want anything to do with me again.

    He kissed me sweetly, making me believe for just a moment I might be worth something to a man in our world. I might be something special, if even only to one person.
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