Greyson
Cecilia's hand came to my back as she came close behind me, acting as if I were some kind of shield—a protector—something and someone I wasn't. I spun to face her in the darkness. Her doe-eyed stare met mine as she froze in place.
Cecilia Abernathy represented everything that had been stripped away from me. There was a time in my life when I would have deserved to be in her presence. That was before.
She had the qualities of a princess, whether she wanted the term or not—a princess kept in a gilded cage and spared the ugly truths of life.
She was...
Trusting.
Naive.
Raised in the lap of luxury.
According to the tabloids, the silver spoon wasn't in her mouth but up her nose; however, so far, I'd yet to see evidence of drug use. Of course, I hadn't seen much of her with t
