Thorne Princess Read Online L.J. Shen

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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 126564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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Ever since his cybersecurity department opened, it blew up. Ransom travels a lot, but his hub remains in Chicago.

“That is the most Hallie statement I’ve ever heard.” He smiles.

He squeezes my hand, bringing it over to his mouth, brushing his lips against the back of it.

“You’d have done the same for me,” I say, knowing it’s the truth.

“In a heartbeat.”

A make-out session on the terminal seats and a coffee later, we board the plane. I no longer travel to Texas with lead in the pit of my stomach. I feel good. Light, even. I have my own room in my parents’ house. And Mom makes it a point to free up time for me whenever I’m there to go shopping, eat, or just head out for a nice stroll. It’s still not the kind of relationship I’d dreamed of when I lay in a strange bed in a foreign country, in boarding school accommodations that didn’t belong to me. But it’s a start.

After takeoff, Ransom turns around and gives me that smirk. The one that turns my bones marshmallow-soft. It’s infectious, and I find myself smiling back. We still power-struggle. We still push each other to the edge, challenge one another every step of the way. But the game has become so much more fun, now that I know that his love is unconditional.

“Care to join the Mile High Club?” He quirks a thick eyebrow.

I tap my lips, pretending to think about it. “Was it Groucho Marx who said he wouldn’t want to be accepted to any club that’s willing to have him?”

It’s a midnight flight. The few people in business class are fast asleep.

“Did he say that? Well, I don’t trust people with moustaches,” Ransom deadpans.

I let out a soft laugh. “What a thing to say.”

“It’s scientific.” He frowns, dead serious. “There’s a reason why no president after Grover Cleveland had a moustache. They were advised against it. Not just bad associations, but bad character traits.”

I’m grinning, delighted to be basking in his attention, in his passion once again. We see each other every two weeks, but lately, it hasn’t been enough.

“I’ll go first, and you wait a few minutes.” I bite down on my lower lip. “And…Ran?”

He stares at me.

“Let’s pretend like I don’t want it.”

He gives me a nod. I stand up, slipping into the narrow passageway and making my way to the lavatory. Before I even click the door shut, he is behind me, blocking my path to close it.

“You’re playing dirty, Mr. Lockwood.”

“Well, Miss Thorne, it’s the only way I know how to play.”

It is a tediously boring ceremony.

With all the staples of a boring couple: swan-shaped ice statues, white peonies, and one malnourished, anxious bride. The upside—and there is, indeed, only one positive to the event—is the fact that it will be over soon.

My girlfriend—the bridesmaid—is currently skipping between people, the social butterfly that she is, accepting compliments about her breathtaking beauty. I lounge back in my seat and watch her thrive. It’s a peculiar feeling, to care for someone else. But I don’t hate the helplessness that comes with feeling this way toward someone anymore.

Anthony plops down in a chair beside me with a long-suffering sigh, a cigar tucked in the side of his mouth. He claps my shoulder. “She’s happy.”

“The one who is getting hitched, or the one who is about to?” I drawl.

He chuckles. “Easy there, tiger. Hallie hasn’t said yes yet.”

Because I haven’t asked her. But I will, tomorrow. When we go back to Chicago and I show her the place I rented for her. A tattoo parlor in The Loop. Somewhere she can flourish and do her own thing. No better place to go down on one knee than in her own kingdom.

“She will,” I say with confidence.

“Probably.” He withdraws the cigar from his lips, sending a plume of smoke skyward. “She is crazy about you.”

As if sensing the conversation is about her, my girlfriend twists her head, peeks at us from behind her shoulder, and gives us that big Hallie beam that makes constellations light up in the sky.

“I will make you a very miserable man if you hurt her, son.”

“Sir.” A smile tugs at my lips. “If I ever hurt her, she’d hurt me back twice as hard. That’s why I’m marrying her.”

Hallie turns away, just as Anthony swivels toward me. He fingers the hem of my blazer, where my skin meets the fabric. “What’s that?”

Before I can answer, he pulls the blazer up, just enough to make the sliver of ink peeking from my tux reveal itself into a full-blown sleeve.

“She needed one hundred and fifty tattoos under her belt for her internship,” I say.

“And you decided all of them would be done on you?” Anthony chuckles.

“Not all.” I smirk. “But most.”

Over a short period of time, Hallie has used me as her personal canvas. She carved my past, my present, and my future onto my skin. Faces and quotes and people who meant something to me over the years.


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