Ward Willing (Ravaged Castle) by Amanda Richardson

Author:Amanda Richardson [Richardson, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-19T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THE POSSESSION

Liam

The car ride to Ravage Castle is quiet, so by the time I get onto the main road, I decide to break the tension a bit.

“How are you feeling? About the LSATs,” I clarify.

“Good. Really good. I didn’t realize how stressed the LSATs were making me, and now that I’ve removed law school from the table, it’s a huge relief.”

“And your book?”

“I really like where the story is going.”

“Any chance you’ll let me read it?”

She laughs. It’s a low, deep sound that I don’t hear enough. “No way in hell. You write literary fiction, and my book has some magic, but it’s mostly fluff and smut.”

“So? You think I’ve never read fluff and smut?”

“Have you?” she asks, eyes sparkling when I stop at a light and glance at her.

“Of course. I read everything.”

“Name one smut book you’ve read,” she challenges.

Fortunately for her, I’m not lying, and I’m ready to prove her wrong. “Stella roped me into her smut book club a few weeks ago. I’d asked her for recommendations for BDSM books, and somehow now we’re meeting every other Monday night to talk about tropes and book boyfriends with some of her friends.”

“BDSM books?” she asks.

“Yep,” I answer.

I fucking love the way I can hear her inhale sharply at that.

“Like what?” she asks.

I grin. “I’ll send you recommendations,” I reply, realizing too late that we’re flirting. “If you want them.”

“I’ll take you up on that. But no, you can’t read my book. No one can. Ever.”

I chuckle as I turn onto the main road, and we lapse into silence again.

A few minutes later, I valet my Jeep as Zoe and I walk into the place I called home for eighteen years. It looks nothing like it used to, all thanks to Stella. She’s infused the entire building with color and personality. What used to be an imposing stone castle is now bright and cheery with daisies, tulips, and roses at every corner. Instead of the gravel I grew up with, the surrounding area around the castle is made up of drought-friendly succulents and plants, trees, and fountains. Zoe’s been to the castle a few times since I became her guardian, but Stella really went out of her way to brighten the place up recently.

As we walk in, there’s a table filled with yellow and orange tulips, and piles of candy corn. The marble floors are adorned with bright, patterned rugs, and I swear there’s a new pink couch somewhere every time I come over.

“Looks like we’re the first people here,” Zoe says, arms crossed as she takes in her surroundings.

“Miles, get your bloody arse down here before I have to come up there and style your perfect hair for you⁠—”

Stella comes around the corner holding Beatrix, the nine-month-old daughter she and Miles share, on her hip. She’s wearing a black one-piece unitard with cat ears, a black nose, and whiskers. Bea is dressed as a mouse, and it’s fucking adorable.

“Oh my god!” She chuckles, walking straight toward me and handing me my favorite person in the whole world—other than Zoe, that is.

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