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Could I trust her?

“Please, Knight,” I repeated, swallowing down the knot in my throat.

There was a soft noise in the background, a grumble, then sounds of shuffling. Then her voice came over the speaker. “Rook?”

“Tatiana.”

"Rook! Ohmygod, I can't believe you actually called…” Once she’d let Knight back into her life, I’d left her and never returned. We’d only spoken on the phone once, since.

"I know," I swallowed down the knot in my throat. “It’s been a long time..." I let my apology sit in the air. I wasn’t going to have that discussion with these two men standing next to me.

Tatiana picked up on it immediately. "What do you need?"

CHAPTER 28

Summer

"Get in the car."

I looked up from my screen, where I'd been researching the application process for Netherveil University and the courses I would need to take. It was an activity of futility, as I quickly learned—I couldn’t afford it. But, a girl could dream.

It had been a week since I’d been at Rook’s house, and yet, I’d never felt so distant from him.

At least before, he’d send demanding texts or show up unannounced. But now—aside from controlling what I ate and making strong suggestions on what I wore—he skirted around me like he was afraid to catch a disease. I spent the days mostly alone, though quickly becoming obsessed with all things Rook, digging into anything and everything I could. The only places left untouched was anything locked—his office and the nightstand on his side of the bed.

I went to bed and woke up alone, though I often woke in the middle of the night pressed into him, his chest against my back, his arm around my waist, his face tucked into the crook of my neck.

It was confusing but made me feel protected and safe in a world where I was the smallest, most vulnerable creature.

And now, I stared up at him, studying him. Taking in his tired eyes, the stiffness to his shoulders, the way his gaze bore into me.

Did he watch me as much as I watched him? And, if he was so interested in me, why did he stay away for so many hours during the day?

I glanced towards the windows, where I was surprised to see that it was already dark. We’d eaten a few hours earlier, but he’d disappeared right afterwards, leaving me alone. Again.

“Where're we going?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line, a sign that he was annoyed with me. "Aren't you supposed to do anything I ask?"

"I didn't--"

“Without question?”

Now it was me who pressed my lips into a thin line, mirroring him. I stood from my spot on the floor, placing the laptop on the coffee table, and gave him a deep bow. "Yes, Master." I couldn’t keep the snark from my tone.

"That's ‘sir’, to you."

“Oh that’s right,” I hated the reminder of the time I’d fucked myself in front of him, after which he’d dismissed and embarrassed me. I bowed again, making sure to go as low as possible. “Yes, sir, master.”

He walked off, grunting. “Just get in the car, woman.”

Grumbling, I followed behind him, grabbing my purse and phone. I shot off a text to Amara, complaining about him. Jerk-face is so bossy.

She didn't answer, so I shoved my phone in my purse, following him out the front door. He opened my door to his fancy-pants Phantom Rolls Royce and I climbed inside. He didn’t answer my surprised question when we pulled up to the valet of a large, brick warehouse. You could hear the boom of loud music from the parking lot. I could only stare at it, anger rolling through me, as he came around to open my door again.

“Seriously, Rook. I’m not dressed for this,” I said as he took my hand, tossing my purse back into the car and pulling me out.

In an act of rebellion, I’d changed from the dress he’d asked I wear, and was in one of Rook’s large, black, button-up shirts, a pair of leggings, and black flip-flops. My hair was in a messy bun on the top of my head, and I had on no make up.

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