I smirked at Adelina flinching when a bit of snot from the senator’s wife landed on the shoulder of her black dress.
All of us were so good at pretending.
As I glanced sideways, I found Blair also watching them.
She didn’t seem surprised or awed by seeing the heads of our country. Cracking my neck, I wondered if she was around people like this often, and that was why she was so comfortable.
Fuck, I needed to find out who her stepfather was.
We slid over when my father and Benny approached our pew, making room for them to sit. Other people started taking their seats as the priest stepped to the podium, tapping the microphone to check it.
When he started speaking, I pulled out my phone. I caught up on emails, the latest news, and researched Hedgeford’s sister. We needed dirt on Hedgeford to ruin his father’s campaign, but if we couldn’t find enough, we’d resort to his sister as backup.
My father and Benny were also on their phones.
Benny, next to me, tapped his foot, as bored as I was.
The priest babbled on about Hedgeford’s life and mediocre accomplishments.
First off, who the fuck named their kid that?
It sounded like a fucking landscaping company.
When my phone started to bore me, I slipped my attention to Blair.
Her posture was perfect, like always, as she sat with her hands folded in her lap. She listened to the priest, taking in his words, not pretending like most of us.
I shifted in the pew, my dick getting hard as I stared at her.
I craved to feel those plump pink lips around my cock again.
Leaning in closer, I noticed a glimpse of a mark around her slim neck.
Just a tiny one.
I licked my lips, wishing I could trail my tongue along that mark.
Her hair was pulled back in a black bow. I had a feeling she’d done that because she wanted to get back on my good side after the little cord incident.
I’d had Seraphina order Blair’s funeral dress. I was going to burn something in Seraphina’s room for ordering something sobland and boring. The sleeves hit above Blair’s elbows, and the length reached her knees.
It wasn’t what I’d have chosen, but I had been too caught up in planning her Initiation to worry about funeral clothes.
Unable to stop myself, I lowered my hand and brushed it along her thigh.
Her attention left the priest, looking over at me, and when she attempted to scoot over, her hip hit the woman’s beside her.
“Sorry,” she grumbled to the woman, shooting me a dirty look.
I reached down and ran my thumb along the mark on her neck.
She bit into her bottom lip, but didn’t pull away, not wanting to make a scene.
Benny’s voice pulled my attention away from Blair.
“Since when do you bring women around?” he asked in a hushed voice beside me.
“Since Dad forced me to attend stupid shit like this,” I remarked with a huff.
