Category: TWISTED GAME by ANA HUANG BOOK 2

THREE MONTHS LATER “Rhys!” Luciana’s face creased into a huge smile. “Como estas?” She looked Bridget over with a twinkle in her eye, and when she spoke next, her words held a teasing note. “Es tu novia?” I laughed and tangled my fingers with Bridget’s. “Si, es mi novia.” “I knew it!” Luciana said with delight. “Finally. Come, come. I have food for you.” She ushered us to the same […]

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“YOU CAN’T SIT BY A QUEEN’S SIDE IF YOU DON’T KNOW which fork to use. You’ll embarrass yourself at state functions.” Andreas crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you not look at the diagram I sent you?” “They’re. All. Forks,” I bit out. “They serve the same function.” “I’d like to see you try to use an oyster fork to eat steak.” A dull ache throbbed at my temple. […]

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WE SPENT THE REST OF THE DAY AND NIGHT IN MY ROOM, only surfacing for food, but the next morning, reality intruded, and I was forced to extricate myself from Rhys’s arms. As high as I was riding from our victory, I had one big issue left to deal with. I’d waited until after the vote because I couldn’t afford to be distracted before then, but it was time to […]

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FOR THE NEXT MONTH, I LAUNCHED INTO CAMPAIGN MODE TO woo, or threaten, enough ministers into voting yes on a repeal. Some were an easy sell, others not so much. But one hundred phone calls, eleven in-person visits, twenty-three media interviews, and countless public appearances—both scheduled and “candid”—of me and Rhys later, the big day finally arrived. Rhys and I sat in my suite, watching the vote play out on […]

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1 WEEK LATER “Your Highness!” Erhall’s assistant jumped up from her desk, her eyes wide. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened, but we don’t have you on the calendar. There must’ve been a mix-up—” “It’s all right,” Bridget said with a gracious smile. “I didn’t make an appointment, but we would like to speak with the Speaker. Is he available?” “Oh, um.” The flustered-looking woman rifled through her […]

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AFTER MY NIGHT WITH RHYS, I KICKED MY PLAN INTO HIGH gear and prayed it worked. I didn’t feel too bad about pressuring Erhall, but it wasn’t smart to alienate all of Parliament. I didn’t believe in ruling through fear. That was how I found myself standing in front of three dozen journalists on Sunday, three days after my rendezvous with Rhys. We were gathered on the palace’s north lawn, […]

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SHE WASN’T COMING. I stood on the rooftop of the palace’s northernmost tower, my jaw tight as I watched the minutes tick by on my watch. Six minutes past nine. Seven. Eight. Bridget was always punctual unless she had a meeting that ran over, and she didn’t have any meetings that late at night. Tick. Tick. Tick. Uncertainty coiled in my stomach. It’d been a gamble, reaching out to Booth […]

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I’D LOST MY MIND, ASKING ALEX FOR HELP. HE MIGHT BE dating Ava, and he might be less…sociopathic since they’d gotten back together last year, but I still trusted the man as far as I could throw him. Yet for all his faults, he truly loved Ava, and he owed me for kicking his ass into gear before I left for New York. If I hadn’t, he’d still be moping […]

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THE PALACE ASSIGNED BOOTH AS MY BODYGUARD AGAIN. I’D been in a terrible mood since Rhys left, and the palace handlers assumed it would help if someone I knew and liked replaced him. Booth took the role after Edvard left the hospital two weeks ago, and while no one could replace Rhys, it was nice to see Booth’s smiling face again. “Just like old times, huh, Your Highness?” he said […]

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IT WAS FUNNY HOW ONE MOMENT COULD CHANGE YOUR LIFE. One moment, my mother was alive, then she wasn’t. One moment, my squad mates were alive, and the next everything got blown to hell. Literally. One moment, I knew my place in the world, only for it to get turned upside down with the simple unfolding of a paper. Last night had been a mind fuck in every way, and […]

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