The Selection series 1-3. Кира Касс

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СКАЧАТЬ before Gavril’s microphone reached Maxon’s face, I caught his eye and gave him a wink. That tiny action was enough to make him smile.

      “I’m very well, Gavril, thank you.”

      “Are you enjoying your company so far?”

      “Yes! It’s been a pleasure getting to know these ladies.”

      “Are they all the sweet, gentle ladies they appear to be?” Gavril asked. Before Maxon replied, the answer brought a smile to my face. Because I knew that it was yes … sort of.

      “Umm …” Maxon looked past Gavril at me. “Almost.”

      “Almost?” Gavril asked, surprised. He turned to us. “Is someone over there being naughty?”

      Mercifully, all the girls let out light giggles, so I blended in. The little traitor!

      “What exactly did these girls do that isn’t so sweet?” Gavril asked Maxon.

      “Oh, well, let me tell you.” Maxon crossed his legs and got very comfortable in his chair. It was probably the most relaxed I’d ever seen him, sitting there poking fun at me. I liked this side of him. I wished it would come out more often. “One of them had the nerve to yell at me rather forcefully the first time we met. I was given a very severe scolding.”

      Above Maxon’s head, the king and queen exchanged a glance. It seemed they were hearing this story for the first time, too. Beside me the girls were looking at one another, confused. I didn’t get it until Marlee said something.

      “I don’t remember anyone yelling at him in the Great Room. Do you?”

      Maxon seemed to have forgotten that our first meeting was meant to be a secret. “I think he’s talking it up to make it funnier. I did say some serious things to him. I think he might mean me.”

      “A scolding, you say? Whatever for?” Gavril continued.

      “Honestly, I wasn’t really sure. I think it was a bout of homesickness. Which is why I forgave her, of course.” Maxon was loose and easy now, talking to Gavril as if he were the only person in the room. I’d have to tell him later how wonderful he did.

      “So she’s still with us, then?” Gavril looked over at the collection of girls, grinning widely, and then returned to face his prince.

      “Oh, yes. She’s still here,” Maxon said, not letting his eyes wander from Gavril’s face. “And I plan on keeping her here for quite a while.”

      

      DINNER WAS DISAPPOINTING. NEXT WEEK I’d have to tell my maids to leave some room in the dress for me to eat.

      In my room, Anne, Mary, and Lucy waited to help me out of my gown, but I explained that I’d need to stay in it a little bit longer. Anne figured it out first—that Maxon was coming to see me—because I was always eager to get out of the binding clothes.

      “Would you like us to stay later tonight? It’s no problem,” Mary said just a little too hopefully. After the calamity of Maxon visiting earlier this week, I decided sending them out as early as possible was the best way to go. Besides, I couldn’t bear to have them watching me until he showed up.

      “No, no. I’m fine. If I have a problem with the dress later, I’ll ring.”

      They reluctantly backed out the door and left me to wait for Maxon. I didn’t know how long he’d be, and I didn’t want to start a book and have to stop, or sit down at the piano only to hop right back up. I ended up just lounging on the bed, waiting. I let my mind wander. I thought of Marlee and her kindness. I realized that, besides a few small details, I knew very little about her. Still, I trusted that her actions toward me were in no way fake. And then I thought of the girls who were all too fake. I wondered if Maxon could tell the difference.

      It seemed like Maxon’s experience with women was so great and so small at once. He was gentlemanly enough, but when he got too close, he came undone. It was like he knew how to treat a lady, he just didn’t know how to treat a date.

      It was quite a contrast to Aspen.

      Aspen.

      His name, his face, his memory hit me so quickly it was hard to process. Aspen. What was he doing now? It was getting close to curfew in Carolina. He’d still be at work, if he had a job today. Or maybe out with Brenna, or whoever else he’d decided to start spending his time with since we broke up. Part of me ached to know … part of me wanted to crumble just thinking about it.

      I looked over to my jar. I picked it up and felt the penny slide around, so lonely.

      “Me, too,” I whispered. “Me, too.”

      Was it stupid of me to keep this? I’d given back everything else, so why save one little penny? Would this be all I had left? A penny in a jar to show my daughter one day, to tell her about my first boyfriend—the one no one knew about?

      I didn’t have time to dwell on my worries. Maxon’s firm knock came only minutes later. I found myself running to the door.

      I drew it open in a big sweep, and Maxon looked surprised to see me.

      “Where in the world are your maids?” he asked, surveying my room.

      “Gone. I send them off when I come back from dinner.”

      “Every day?”

      “Yes, of course. I can take my clothes off by myself, thank you.”

      Maxon raised his eyebrows and smiled. I blushed. I hadn’t meant it to come out like that.

      “Grab a wrap. It’s chilly out.”

      We walked down the hall. I was still a little distracted by my thoughts, and I knew by now that Maxon wasn’t great with starting conversations. I had looped my hand around his arm almost immediately, though. I was glad that there was a sort of familiarity there.

      “If you insist on not keeping your maids around, I’m going to have to post a guard outside your door,” he said.

      “No! I don’t like being babysat.”

      He chuckled. “He’d be outside. You wouldn’t even know he was there.”

      “I would too,” I complained. “I’d sense his presence.”

      Maxon made a playfully exhausted sigh. I was so busy arguing, I didn’t hear the whispers until they were practically in front of us. Celeste, Emmica, and Tiny were heading past us toward their rooms.

      “Ladies,” Maxon said, and gave a small head nod.

      I supposed it was foolish to think no one would see us together. I felt my face heat up, but I wasn’t sure why.

      The girls all curtsied and carried on their way. I looked over my shoulder at them as we went toward the stairs. Emmica and Tiny looked curious. Within minutes, they would be telling others about this. I would СКАЧАТЬ