But they both knew that wasn't true. This wasn't about thirst. This was about the dangerous, magnetic pull that had taken root the moment she had stepped off the train two weeks ago. It was about the way he said her name— El-ay-na —like it was a prayer he wasn't supposed to know.
Chapter 2 opens in the quiet, shadowed hallways of the Sterling estate. Clara, ever the dutiful guest, finds herself hyper-aware of Julian’s presence. It’s in the way the floorboards groan under his weight in the room above hers, and the way the scent of cedar and expensive tobacco lingers in the dining room long after he’s left. Sinful Summer- A Tale of Forbidden Love -Ch. 2....
"Hey, Max," she said, her voice husky and confident. "Who's your new friend?" But they both knew that wasn't true