The Heir of Shadows (Underestimated #4) by Candice M. Wright

Author:Candice M. Wright [Wright, Candice M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08MZ5623D
Published: 2021-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ava

I stare at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath to calm my nerves.

Since being here, my pale, almost translucent skin has darkened thanks to spending most of my time outside in this endless summer heatwave.

The white bikini the guys bought me makes my sun-kissed skin look even darker, and the multiple meals a day has helped my natural slender frame fill out to a healthy weight. I never had much in the way of boobs and ass but being underweight while in captivity meant I lost what little I had. Now though, I have soft curves in the right places, making me look and feel, dare I say it, sexy.

My hair sits just below my shoulders in a riot of waves where I fell asleep with it wet last night, and my formerly dull eyes seem to sparkle more now. Maybe it's because I feel like the tide is finally beginning to turn. Instead of seeing a victim, I see a survivor.

I turn a little and check out my butt in the full-coverage briefs, before facing forward once more. The halter-style top covers my boobs and ties around my neck. It's simple and elegant and hides everything it needs to, and yet I feel more exposed than before. They’ve seen me at my worst, hell, they’ve seen me naked, but somehow, wearing this feels like more. Like I’m making a statement of sorts. Maybe it's because wearing this white bikini feels kind of symbolic. It's like waving a white flag of surrender saying I give in, do with me as you will. As much as I want to be confident and commanding, it’s not something that feels natural to me.

I suspect from the books I lean toward, the ones that leave me with damp panties and a sense of frustration, I might like to be told what to do in the bedroom instead of calling the shots. The problem is, as much as it turns me on it also terrifies me because giving someone power means allowing them to abuse it.

It all boils down to trust. Do I trust Diesel, Lucky, and Rebel with not just my safety but my body and my heart? The truth is, physical wounds heal, but if they break my heart, well, that's not something I’m sure I can ever come back from.

I stare at myself for a few moments more before the sound of laughter catches my attention. I move over to the window and look down toward the lake and see Diesel shoving Rebel, who ends up sprawled on his back while Lucky laughs uproariously at them.

A smile plays on my lips, watching them together. We’re constantly living under a black cloud so sometimes it's so easy to miss the moments when the sun breaks through and offers us a small reprieve.

I look down at my body and back to the guys and feel my resolve, strengthening my spine. I stand tall, tuck my hair behind my ears, and grab the cover-up from the bed.

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