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I take it, the silk-like fabric slipping like water across my palms. “Thank you,” I manage.
Gretta nods and reaches under her bed, plucking free my canvas bag. “At least they didn’t steal this.”
I nod and stuff the gown inside before I toss the strap over my shoulder.
There’s a knock on the door and Gretta skips across the room. She pulls her door open, and I freeze.
In the hallway, The Prince stands scowling, my stolen gown held up in his hand.
Gretta gasps and snatches it from him. “You thief!”
“I’m not a thief,” he growls, his gray eyes flashing with a whirlpool of different colors. He looks between Gretta and me, before his gaze tunnels in on me.
Heat builds in my abdomen, and I take back my gown from Gretta. “How did you get my dress?”
“We need to talk,” he says, blatantly ignoring my question.
I return his scowl. “I have nothing to say to you.”
“Yes, you do.” He tries to step inside the room, but Gretta blocks him.
“I don’t know who you think you are, creepy mask dude, but if Zora doesn’t want to talk, then she doesn’t want to talk,” Gretta snaps, my respect for her soaring through the roof.
His nostrils flare, but his gaze remains on me.
“How did you even find me?” I question. Sure, I’d seen Talis, but I’d purposefully raced my way to Gretta’s after. Just to be sure he couldn’t trail me. I survey his face, but with the mask, it’s hard to know exactly what he’s feeling. However, his dark hair is thoroughly ruffled, and while he’s changed out of the burgundy suit from last night, he’s swapped it with a pair of black pants and a black vest that are well-wrinkled. His chest remains bare, displaying his plethora of Boss tattoos, and my eyes snag for a moment on his muscular torso before I force myself tonever fucking look at it again.
After a long, heated silence, his scowl softens. “Please,” he grunts out.
I lick my lips, then roll back my shoulders. “You have five minutes,” I say.
He glances down at Gretta, who still blocks his way forward.
Gretta crosses her arms in defiance, squinting her eyes in a dare. “Go ahead, dark and mysterious. I’m not leaving.”
He lifts a brow. “Well, at least I’ve been upgraded from ‘creepy mask dude’.” Then, he gives me a pointed look. “I need to speak with youin private, Zora.”
I almost tell him he can go to hell, but my eyes find the tattoos across his chest. While he hasn’t threatened me or tried to hurt anyone that I’ve seen, he’s still a Boss, and with that many sales, he must be dangerous. The last thing I want is to put Gretta in his way.
Gretta glances at me and gives me a look that very much says,fuck him, but I give her a small shake of my head and she exhales. “Okay, fine,” she says and scoots around him. “But if you hurt her, Iwillkill you.” She steps into the hall and shuts the door.
The Prince looks me over, and his anger from before peeks back through. “You left without saying goodbye last night.”
I snort. “And?”
“Why?” he asks and moves toward me, but I trail backward.
“You’re not my keeper.” My toes curl in my boots.
The Prince’s scowl deepens. “I guess not.”
Silence falls between us, and I chew on my lip.
“For a man who very much seemed like he had a lot to say to me, you’re using up your five minutes just to stare,” I point out, aggravation sprouting to life through my chest.
The Prince grinds his teeth.
“Well?” I ask.
