Free The Gold Crown (Golden Crown #3) by Rue Volley

and Zoey.”
    August shook his head as Jami went on.
    “I am also not Zane, I never could be.”
    August looked back to the sky and closed his eyes as Zane’s face became clear to him without decay.
    “I didn’t mean…” August whispered.
    He then felt Jami’s lips against his own and at first he wanted to push him away but as the comfort of having his lips pressing down calmed him, he lifted his hand and touched his face. He needed this; he needed a reminder of who he was and what he truly wanted. He did love Zoey as much as he was able too but his true passion had always been for Zane, it was not something he did to try to hurt his brother, it was just his true nature and sometimes you have to accept that before the river is so dividing and the boat will appear on the shore.

Chapter Ten
    Accepting Your Fate

    I sat in the library and watched people pass me by. It was an old habit, one of which I had almost forgotten about. Something I once enjoyed so much with Holland. I closed my eyes as her name had not entered my mind in years. Her death had come and gone like a trend to me in a way. It is funny how time and age changes you and everything you see around you. I then looked up as I heard two girls giggling at a table. A boy had passed by them and I sighed. Perhaps this was a bad idea and as that thought had me standing up and grabbing my coffee I saw her. She stopped and stared at me and then decided she had come this far, why not continue. She walked up to the table and I sat down as she did. She placed her purse on the floor next to her and set her hands on the dark wooden table that separated us. I started to open my mouth but she spoke instead and I allowed it as I felt that I should.
    “Hello Bethany.” Molly said as she looked me over.
    I swallowed and then tried to produce a simple grin, not anything that would seem insensitive to her. In fact I don’t remember ever feeling like this with anyone and it was so unfamiliar to me. All I did know is that the letter from my Mother had changed something in me, gave me courage that I thought I already had but did not. Knowing your worth also means accepting responsibility. I meant to do that now.
    “Thank you for coming.” I said as I lifted my coffee and took a drink. It was hot but the burn against my lip was needed to wake me up and keep me alert to whatever she would say or do.
    “I was surprised to hear from you,” she said as she adjusted in her chair and crossed her long legs. Her shoes were designer, as was everything on her. I looked down and was glad I wore Chanel. At least I was classic and not looking overdone. In fact I was in all black as usual, my new feeling and color of choice.
    “Would you like something to drink?” I asked as she reached down and grabbed her bag. She pulled out a designer flask and took a small drink from it, hissing a bit and then holding it out to me, I shook my head but she tilted hers and poured a quick shot into my coffee as I watched it sink and swirl. She watched me and then put it away as she licked her lip and interlocked her fingers on the top of the table. I picked my drink up and took a small sip, not wanting to appear rude at this point. The liquor was strong, tainting my coffee but perhaps it was needed. I coughed and set it back down as she grinned at me.
    “So.”
    “So,” I said as I leaned back and watched a couple of girls walk by. I let my eyes linger on them as Molly turned and saw them and then she looked back to me.
    “Lesbians,” she said and I quickly looked at her.
    “What?”
    “Lesbians, surely they are. Look at how they lean against each other. I mean they are probably at a quiet table in the back giggling and touching each other under the table.”
    She then looked at me and grinned.
    “Or, I could be wrong but I would suspect I am not. I mean you were a lesbian correct? What was her name again? Some country, one of those naturalistic places…”
    “Holland,” I said and she stopped