The Queen
by Skye Warren
Publication Date: September 19, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
I have one chance at a new life. A college education. A future outside of Tanglewood's dark walls. For a breathless moment it seems like I might actually escape.
Then I get a phone call from home.
Damon Scott is my own personal dragon, the fight I've always lost, the secret hope of my heart. And he needs my help right now. Only my mind can solve the puzzle. Only my presence can keep him sane as the city fights against him.
Only my heart can unlock a man with such a tragic past.
This is my final gamble, with everything at stake. One last game to win a future for both of us.
And a love strong enough to break the city apart.
THE QUEEN is the final novel in the bestselling Masterpiece duet, about a game of lies and loyalty, of betrayal and power, and ascension to the city's throne.
EXCERPT
I flinch, glad he can’t see me across two thousand
miles. Even working in the kitchens most nights only covers my food, my
textbooks. Not the tuition bill. “You’re the one who wanted him to work for
you. You’re the one who made him the stake in our last game.”
“And you’re the one who lost,” he says lightly.
“Do you know where he is?”
“Of course. Like you said, he works for me. I
would be a careless employer if I let my men go wandering off, gambling and
racking up debt and questioning their loyalty to me.”
A shiver runs through me. “Then where is he?”
“He’s a grown-up, Penny. Like you are now. He’s
responsible for himself. You only need to worry about your studies. I’m sure
Algebraic Topology is taking up plenty of your focus.”
It’s one of my courses this semester. How does he
know that?
“Stop playing with me.”
“Why should I?” he says with a soft laugh. “It’s
so much fun.”
Frustration stings my eyes, hot and damp. I look
up at the wide-open sky, willing myself not to cry. There are a million stars
visible here, most of the land owned by Smith College or one of the other
campuses. So much land, so much pride. There aren’t buildings climbing on top
of other buildings, as if they might sink into the concrete ground if they
don’t. There aren’t glass towers reaching to an endless black sky.
“I’m never coming back,” I say abruptly.
His laugh falls silent. “I know.”
“I hate it there. I hate Tanglewood and being
powerless. And most of all I hate you.”
The last part is a lie, because I don’t hate him.
I’m drawn to him; I’m repelled by him. It’s far too complex a relationship, an
equation I’ve never been able to write. It makes me wonder if I’m lying about
the other parts—if maybe some twisted part of me misses home.
If some twisted part of me misses being powerless,
too.
“Ah, Penny,” he says, sounding infinitely weary.
“I hate you too.”
The words shock me, but the hurt inside shocks me
more. He shouldn’t be able to wound me. Three years away from home, growing up,
growing strong. It should have been enough armor to protect against anything he
could say to me. But the arrow sinks deep, proving that I’ll never be able to
escape him.
“What did I do to you?” I ask, quiet, in a voice
like I’m six years old again. Like I’m speaking to the wild boy I found by the
lake, one I lured into my trailer like a wolf.
He answers the same way, a surly teenage boy,
fierce and vulnerable at once. “You made me care. You made me want, when I
needed to leave. You made me feel, when I would have preferred to die. You
brought me back to life.”
And I condemned him to torture. That’s what
happened when he sacrificed himself so that I could stay safe. Two children
with so few choices. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry. I got my revenge, after all.”
My blood runs cold, almost subzero at the words. There’s
only one person left in my sad little family. One person he could hurt. “Did
you hurt him?”
“By giving him a job when he couldn’t hold one
down? By paying him enough that his daughter could escape the city, could go to
a fancy college instead of becoming a corner-store whore? Yes, I’ve been
horrible to him. A monster.”
“Then why isn’t he answering his phone?”
In the pause I can picture him in a three-piece
suit, reclining in one of his ridiculously expensive leather chairs. Some amber
liquid in a crystal-cut glass. “Don’t come back,” he says, his voice grim. “You
made it out of here. Let that be enough.”
A soft click
ends the connection, leaving me bereft.
And more worried than before.
Something is happening in Tanglewood, something
bad enough for my father not to call, something horrible enough that even Damon
Scott has warned me away. I look up at the infinite stars, but they’re dimmer
than before. The whole world muted. It wasn’t a new life that I found so far
from home. It was a long dream, and now I’m painfully awake.
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.
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