The Unmaking (The Rayne Whitmore Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

promise not to say anything
until I finish the entire story. No interrupting with gasps and frowned up
faces either.”
                “You’ve never heard me
gasp,” she defends, and then laughs realizing full well that that wasn’t true.
There were many times I had touched her in just the right spot and…
                I roll my eyes. “Stop
making me think of those things when I’m trying to be serious,” I warn and lean
away from her and her now wandering hands.
                She laughs seductively,
scoots away from me and pretends to zip her lips.
                Two deep breaths later, I
tell her about my entire night, from the time I meet Damien in the hallway
until he drops me off. We sit with the distance between us and the silence
after I finish speaking makes it seem even further. Selene is clearly searching
for words to make me feel better about the burden that has just been revealed
to me, but she’s having some trouble. It almost makes me feel even worse as if
she is doing her best not to judge. But I still wait, needing to hear what her
next words will be.
                Finally, she scoots back
close to me and rests my head on her chest. Together we sigh, and then, she
whispers, “Power has a price. That will never change.”
                “But what if that price is
just too damn high?” I ask quietly, fighting tears.
                “Then, there will always
be someone else willing to pay that cost love.” Selene then gets up and starts
pacing. I watch as she bites her lip, carefully choosing her next words. I sit
up straighter, trying to remain patient, but I’m afraid that she will tell me
to call the police or something on my dad.
                “Baby,” I finally say,
breaking Selene from her daze.
                She turns towards me and
gives me a sad smile. I almost get up to hug her, but she waves me off. “I’m
fine. I just was thinking of home.”
                “Does home have anything
to do with my situation?” I ask, sounding much more asshole-ish than I
intended. I cringe.
                Selene pretends not to notice
and responds, “Actually love, it does.” Her accent rolls sweetly off of her tongue
as she says, “I have never told you about my family and how they tried to force
me to be with a man who not only I had no attraction to, but I did not even
know.” I flinch reflexively at her words, both stunned and confused as to why
she never told me this.
                Through my silence, she
continues, speaking as if she’s telling another’s story and not her own. “His
name was Sergio Cardoso and he was deeply connected to my family. I disliked
him from the second I met him. The arrogance he possessed flowed off of him in
waves…” Selene’s face turns up into a scowl, and I swear I feel her anger hit
me too. I begin to frown as I try to ignore the feeling.
                “He was a bastard. The son
of a bitch told my father that if I married him, not only would he “cure” my
dyke-ish ways, but our children would be born into power and honor, and of
course money.” Finally, she sits back down, but on the other cream couch. “My
father craved power and every time he obtained more of it, it was never
enough.”
                “How?” I beg. “How did things
end? And why…”
                “No, Rayne. I care about
you, but don’t you dare start to accuse me of not telling you sooner. This is
my life and I am entitled to keep certain secrets until I am comfortable with
confiding in you. This is not harm to our relationship and if you treat it like
it is and start making things all about you, I won’t tell you shit else,” she
says as stingingly as a slap to the face.
                All I can do is nod as I
stare at this woman, the woman who right now, in my eyes, actually looks the
years older than me