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Nobody touches me, however, and instead I can see the light in my room dim from behind my closed eyelids. I relax slightly from the gesture.
“Would you like something to drink, Kensington?”
My eyes open in shock as I turn my head and find Dayton next to the bed, holding a jug of water and a glass.
“Ah, yeah, that would be great,” I tell him, clearing my throat, and he pours me a glass before handing it to me. I take a sip, and the cool water soothes my dry throat. “Thank you,” I murmur, and he nods before replacing the jug on a table on the side of the room.
“We never apologized for what happened. In our defense, we were under the impression you had killed our director.” Dayton sounds slightly apologetic and defensive. It’s like he can’t make up his mind. I can relate.
I wave my hand away. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve been hurt worse. At least you didn’t stab or shoot me somewhere I would bleed. All of my blood is accounted for, and nobody had to open a vein to top me up. I call that a win-win situation.”
He raises a single eyebrow in reaction, and I can see the others exchange looks.
“Okay, shoot. What do you want to know?”
Chapter 5
“Fuck this shit, I’m out of here.” Miller pushes up out of his chair violently and, without a backward glance, storms out of the room. Well, that didn’t last long.
“Miller.” Dayton’s tone sharpens as he calls after his belligerent teammate, but we just see a flash of his middle finger before he disappears from sight. Dayton sighs and scrubs a hand through his hair before turning back to me. “Sorry.”
I shrug, and my aching body protests. I can’t wait for Nurse Florence to return with my painkillers.
“It is what it is. Please don’t think his temper tantrum is going to upset me, it’s basically nonexistent on my radar. I’m not particularly happy with the situation either, but I’ll suck it up because I’m a good little soldier and I do as I’m told. We’ll do this case, plug up the supply chain for the sex traffickers, and go our separate ways. I’m not going to burst into tears because you guys don’t want to work with me,” I assure him. His eyes widen, and the four of them exchange a glance, and I snort. “For fuck’s sake, what kind of female agents are you used to working with? You all look like you expected me to be upset about it.”
Anders loses his surprised expression, putting his hands behind his head and placing his feet up on my bed before rocking back on his chair. “In the past, it has been our experience that women, or the women who have done trials with our group, have been overly emotional.”
“Not to mention clingy and jealous,” Bishop adds wryly, resting his chin on his hand, his hazel eyes studying me like I’m a science experiment. His description of other female agents doesn’t surprise me one bit.
“Were you sleeping with them?” I guess, and Bishop shifts uncomfortably when I pin him with a look, which tells me everything I need to know.
“You need to establish boundaries. Your mistake was sleeping with the girls who thought they were becoming part of your team. That’s just stupid. Yes, MITHOS encourages relationships within teams, but you have to be able to work with one another, and there’s no place for jealousy or clinginess in our jobs. It complicates the assignment, which could cause failure.”
Again, the four of them gape at me like they can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth.
“What? It’s true. Once you know you can work with them, you could have fucked as much as you wanted. I judge no one. I’ve fucked some of the people I’ve killed, and I’ve used my body to get what I wanted, there’s no shame in that. However, there is shame in expecting more than someone is willing to give.”
Team Basilisk will learn soon enough that I say what I think.
Lathan starts to cough violently, and Dayton quickly pours him his own glass of water. Poor Nerdy Sexy. I’m guessing today is full of surprises for him. I bet he hasn’t had to fuck a mark, though I don’t doubt all of them have used their good looks to get what they want either.
“I can guarantee I’m not going to cause any problems. I have no desire to be part of your team, and you don’t want me either.”
“I’m not sure how your father thinks this is going to work. You’re not exactly suitable for going undercover, Princess Kensington.” Dayton’s tone gives away how skeptical he is, and I snort.
“People see what they want to see. There’s no way they are going to put two and two together and come up with four. All they are going to see is a foster girl who’s been beaten by her foster parents who bears a slight resemblance to the socialite Princess Kensington. Why do you think I always look flawless and glamorous when I go out in public as her? Ghosts craft their personas very carefully. No one looks at us twice while we’re undercover, and if we have to use a pair of colored contacts and a box of hair dye, we do that. Neither of us have piercings or tattoos for that very reason. Nothing identifiable marks our skin.”
As much as I understand their skepticism, it’s fucking annoying. My record speaks for itself, and I shouldn’t have to explain my abilities multiple times to ease their unreasonable doubt.
“Do you have the acting skills to pull off the beaten teenage foster kid act?” Lathan bites his lip, unable to hide the worry in his eyes.
“Please, beaten foster kid is one of the easier things I’ve done. If I can fake an orgasm, I can fake anything. Though I have to admit, I’m excited to experience high school. I never got to do it the first time around.” A small smile graces my lips at the thought.
Once again, I stun the men into disbelief. They are all looking at me like I’m a little touched in the head.
“So what else do you want to know about me? You’ve read about my hits, but is there anything else?” Knowing that I have no choice but to work with these guys, I decide to make it more pleasant for all of us by being an open book.
“Why don’t you just tell us what your special skills are, then we’ll know what we’re working with.” Dayton sounds a little fucking condescending as he says that, and I get the feeling he’s implying that my only special skill is on my back. What a stereotypical dick.
