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to Maxon, his eyes cold and his voice sharp.

      “When you’re ready to behave the way a king should, you’ll get to experience what a king does.” Without saying anything more, he left us.

      Maxon stood for a moment, shocked and embarrassed by his father’s choice to call him out in front of everyone. As he sat down, he turned to his mother. “Wasn’t really looking forward to that flight, if I’m being honest,” he said, joking away the tension. The queen smiled, as of course she must, and the rest of us ignored it.

      The other girls finished their breakfasts and excused themselves to the Women’s Room. When it was just Maxon, Elise, and me remaining at our tables, I looked up at him. We both tugged our ears at the same time, then smiled. Elise finally left, and we met in the middle of the room, not bothered by the maids and butlers cleaning up around us.

      “It’s my fault he’s not taking you,” I lamented.

      “Perhaps,” he teased. “Trust me, this isn’t the first time he’s tried to put me in my place, and he has a million reasons in his head why he thinks he should. It wouldn’t surprise me if his only motive this time was spite. He doesn’t want to lose control, and the closer I am to picking a wife, the more of a likelihood that is for him. Though we both know he’ll never truly let go.”

      “You might as well just send me home. He’s never going to let you pick me.” I still hadn’t told Maxon about how his father had cornered me, threatening me in the middle of the hall after Maxon talked him into letting me stay. King Clarkson had made it clear I was to keep my mouth shut about our conversation, and I didn’t want to cross him. At the same time, I hated keeping it from Maxon.

      “Besides,” I added, crossing my arms, “after last night, I can’t imagine you’re that keen on keeping me anyway.”

      He bit his lips. “I’m sorry I laughed, but really, what else could I do?”

      “I had plenty of ideas,” I muttered, still embarrassed at my attempt to seduce him. “I feel so stupid.” I buried my head in my hands.

      “Stop,” he said gently, pulling me in for an embrace. “Trust me when I say, it was very tempting. But you’re not that girl.”

      “But shouldn’t I be? Shouldn’t that be part of what we are?” I whined into his chest.

      “Don’t you remember the night in the safe room?” he said, his voice low.

      “Yes, but that was basically us saying good-bye.”

      “It would have been a fantastic good-bye.”

      I stepped away and swatted at him. He laughed, happy to have broken through the uneasiness.

      “Let’s forget about it,” I proposed.

      “Very well,” he agreed. “Besides, we have a project to work on, you and I.”

      “We do?”

      “Yes, and since my father is gone, this will be a convenient time to start brainstorming.”

      “All right,” I said, excited to be a part of something that was just between the two of us.

      He sighed, making me nervous about what he was planning. “You’re right. Father doesn’t approve of you. But he might be forced to bend if we can manage one thing.”

      “Which is?”

      “We have to make you the people’s favorite.”

      I rolled my eyes. “That is what we’re working on? Maxon, that’s never going to happen. I saw a poll in one of Celeste’s magazines after I tried to save Marlee. People can hardly stand me.”

      “Opinions change. Don’t let that one moment bring you down too much.”

      I still felt hopeless, but what could I say? If this was my only option, I had to at least try.

      “Fine,” I said. “But I’m telling you, this won’t work.”

      With an impish grin on his face, he came very close and gave me a long, slow kiss. “And I’m telling you it will.”

      

      I WALKED INTO THE WOMEN’S Room, thoughts focused on Maxon’s new plan. The queen hadn’t shown up yet, and the girls were all laughing in a clump by the windows.

      “America, come here!” Kriss said urgently. Even Celeste turned back smiling, waving me over.

      I was a little uneasy about what could be waiting for me, but I walked to the huddle anyway.

      “Oh, my goodness!” I squealed.

      “I know,” Celeste sighed.

      There, running laps in the garden without their shirts on, were half of the guards in the palace. Aspen had told me that all guards got injections to help keep them strong, but apparently they also did a lot of work to keep their bodies in peak condition.

      While we were all devoted to Maxon, the sight of cute boys was something we couldn’t ignore.

      “The guy with blond hair,” Kriss said. “Well, I think he’s a blond. Their hair is so short!”

      “I like this one,” Elise said quietly as another guard ran past our window.

      Kriss giggled. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”

      “Oh, oh! That guy, right there with the green eyes,” Celeste said, pointing to Aspen.

      Kriss sighed. “I danced with him at Halloween, and he’s as funny as he is good-looking.”

      “I danced with him, too,” Celeste bragged. “Easily the most gorgeous guard in the palace.”

      I had to laugh a little. I wondered how she would feel if she knew he used to be a Six.

      I watched him run and thought about the hundreds of times those arms had embraced me. The distance growing between Aspen and me felt unavoidable, but even now I had to wonder if there was a way to keep some piece of what we had. What if I needed him?

      “What about you, America?” Kriss asked.

      The only one who really caught my eye was Aspen, and after feeling that ache for him, this felt kind of stupid. I dodged the question.

      “I don’t know. They’re all kind of nice.”

      “Kind of nice?” Celeste echoed. “You have to be kidding! These are some of the best-looking guys I’ve ever seen.”

      “It’s only a bunch of boys without their shirts on,” I countered.

      “Yeah, why don’t you enjoy it for a minute before it’s just the three of us you have to look at,” she said snippily.

      “Whatever. Maxon looks just as good without his shirt on as any of those guys.”

      “What?” Kriss shrieked.

      A second after the words slipped out of my mouth, I realized what I’d said. Three sets of eyes focused in on me.

      “When were you and Maxon topless, exactly?” Celeste demanded.

      “I wasn’t!”

      “But he was?” Kriss asked. “Was that what that god-awful dress was about yesterday?”

      Celeste gasped. “You slut!”

      “Excuse me!” I yelled.

      “Well, what else would you expect?” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Unless you want to tell us all what happened and why we’re so wrong.”

      But

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