Tales of the Forbidden - Book Two
Dane Knight never believed that there is one girl out there just for him, or that she might walk right passed him. Until Samara Tabor did just that. She is everything he could even want. She brings out feelings inside him that he never knew he had, or could feel for someone.
Having her summoned to the Compound is the easy part. Showing her how right they are for one another, a bit more difficult. But when secrets from the past come to haunt them, Dane's love is tested and he has to gather all this strength to fight for the one he loves the most—even if his rapture is forbidden.
Dane Knight sat at the end of the long dining room table, across from his grandmother, with yet another dinner guest and her mother seated in the middle. He tapped his fingers on the table, waiting for his grandmother to initiate the unpleasant conversation.
For the past year now she’d been trying to get him to marry. And not just anyone either. Oh no! Berdina Knight wanted her grandson to marry a proper lady, not the trash that one of his best friends married from the poor side of town.
Before Devon Noved got married, Dane’s grandmother was about to ship Dane’s sorry ass up to the Compound to find a bride, but after Devon’s marriage, she changed her mind. She didn’t want to take the chance that he might come home with a girl unworthy of the Knight name.
So she’d devised this plan. Great!
“You haven’t touched your soup.” Dane turned his head to look at the young girl sitting to his left. She had to be no more than eighteen, and her innocent brown eyes spoke to him of how little she knew of what was going on. “You don’t like it?”
He was about to answer her question when his grandmother spoke instead: “You’re being rude, Dane.”
“Am I?” He waited for her to look up from her soup. Berdina had the same blue eyes as him, but hers were so much colder. She was a hard woman, and at age seventy-two, very accustomed to getting her way.
She took him in when his parents disappeared during a trip to the everglades. After being gone with no word for over nine months, his grandmother had them declared dead and had herself named sole guardian. Dane had only been fifteen then.
But her stern discipline and controlling ways had him instantly rebelling. He’d hooked up with Blaine Cedric first. The two of them would sneak out at night and go drinking. By seventeen, he was hanging out, not only with Blaine, but also Devon Noved and Darius Alistair and the four of them raised hell.
They partied, drank, and womanized like nothing anyone in Treece had ever seen. They enjoyed many nights with many different girls, not giving a shit if they were from the rich side of town or poor.
The fun lasted three years before the group was broken up.
Blaine and Darius were shipped off to boarding schools in different locations and Dane transferred to another school outside of town. Devon was the only one that stayed put and on the weekends, when Dane would come home, they’d take the town again. Only then, they did it all as discreetly as they could.
But like Devon told him about a year ago, there comes a time when they all must stop and grow up, and it appeared now was his time. But he’d be damned if his grandmother was going to dictate to him who he should marry. He wanted what Devon had. He wanted to be happy with a girl that was just right for him.
“Funny, I thought you were the one being rude,” Dane remarked, getting the reaction he was hoping from his grandmother.
She dropped her spoon and motioned for the servants to come and take the soup away. Next course was coming, and as much as Berdina Knight put on the act that she wasn’t affected by what he said, he could tell differently. She hated defiance, and if it was done with witnesses, she hated that even more.
“How long are you going to play this little game?” He sat forward in his chair, both elbows on the table, chin resting on hands. “How many young girls do I have to inspect before you give it up?”
“You need a wife,” his grandmother stated, glaring at him. “And until the right one comes along, I guess we’ll just keep having guests for dinner.”
Dane narrowed his eyes on her before turning his attention to the young girl. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, how her mother watched him closely. “It’s Katie, right?” She nodded. Tell me something, Katie, do you want to marry someone like me? I mean, I’m sure your mother really doesn’t want you to and all. I have a somewhat torrid reputation.”