Cruel Hearts: A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance (Knights of Templar Academy Book 2) by Sofia Daniel

Author:Sofia Daniel [Daniel, Sofia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Things became even warmer at the Burgh household after Christmas. Mrs. Campbell joined us in the living room for high tea on Boxing Day, where I served pheasant sandwiches. She brought a light and fluffy Victoria sponge cake, which she had made in the morning.

As the older woman explained that she didn’t have much of an opportunity to cook since her husband had died, I wondered if I was a chaperone or a third wheel and cramping their style.

The doorbell rang, and I sprang to my feet. I hoped it was Orlando, but even if it was one or both of the twins, I’d invite them in to even up the numbers. At the front door, I smoothed down my hair and practiced looking used to having gentlemen callers.

Gideon stood at the doorstep, looking pensive in his navy blue overcoat.

With a frown, I stepped aside and let him in. “I thought you were spending Christmas with Lachlan.”

The corner of Gideon’s lips curled into a smile. “Let’s just say there was an incident where I stood under the mistletoe with both Lachlan and Francesco.”

My jaw dropped. I shouldered on my winter coat, kicked off my shoes and slipped on a pair of Uggs. “Gideon’s here,” I shouted into the hallway. “We’re going out for a walk.”

His brows rose, but he didn’t comment until I ushered him out of the house, down the stairs, and across a courtyard of shin-deep snow. Freezing wind blew the scent of pine trees down the driveway, but at least it had stopped snowing.

“Mrs. Campbell’s visiting,” I said as we walked through the gates. “I didn’t want tales of lewd conduct drifting into the ears of the headmaster and deputy headmistress.”

After turning right, we walked in the middle of the driveway, which someone had kindly cleared and salted. Waist-high mounds of snow piled against the fence on our right and to our left lay paddocks with snow gathered on the tops of the wooden fences.

Gideon adjusted his cashmere scarf. “We did more than just kiss.”

I looped my arm through his. “You were the pig in a spit roast?”

“Must you speak in such vulgar terms?” he said.

“How would you describe it, then?”

Gideon stuck his nose in the air. “Ménage à trois.”

The perfect French pronunciation made me cackle like the wicked witch of the west.

“Do I need to throw a cup of water over you?”

This was what I loved best about Gideon. On the outside, we were so different. I was a girl from the shittiest borough of London, and he was practically a Nigerian prince with the way he talked and carried himself. But when you stripped away the layers, we were like two peas in a pod. Mrs. Campbell had been a genius to know we would get along when she sent him over on the pretext of giving me elocution lessons.

Out in a distant paddock, a black figure rode a white horse.

I pulled my hat over my ears and groaned. “She’s back.”

“Who?” Gideon turned in the direction of my stare and shook his head.

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