Dumbfounded, I passed her erotic love note back to her. “I didn't realize you and Kohen were that serious.”
“We aren't. Well, not really.” She raised an eyebrow. “I actually don't really know what we are. But I do know he's good in bed.”
I smirked and shook my head. I wished for the nerve that Pia had, then maybe I could make something of my feelings for Sebastian.
I returned to my book, only to be interrupted seconds later by a very distraught Sebastian who just so happened to look over Pia’s shoulder at her letter.
“Oh my gods, Pia, what the actual f?—”
“SHH!” Pia raised her finger to her mouth once more, her face turning the brightest shade of red that I'd ever seen.
“You and Kohen? Since when? He didn't tell me,” Sebastian stuttered, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.
Pia shoved the letter into her bag, crumbling it so much that Kohen wouldn't be able to read it, anyways. “Oh, please. Like you didn't see me go into his room a few weeks ago.”
“I thought that had something to do with classes!”
“Relax, Seb.” Pia rolled her eyes. “It's nothing serious, atleast I don’t think it is.” She shrugged the situation off and her face returned to its normal hue.
Sebastian, however, looked awfully pale. “If that's what you write to someone you aren't serious with, then the gods help me if I ever see what you write to someone that you are.”
The disgusted look on his face was enough to make me burst out in laughter.
He murmured something while turning his attention to me. His face settled into an expression that told me he needed to talk to me. My pulse raced as I rose from my chair.
“I'll be right back,” I told Pia, and she flashed me a confused look as Sebastian and I walked off.
He led me out of the archives all together, down the hallway and into an empty corridor. He glanced around to make absolutely sure no one else was there before speaking to me. “I know that you won't meet with my father again for a while, so I wanted to fill you in so that you don't spend your week worrying.”
My heart fluttered at his act of kindness, but I forced it to return to its normal sinus rhythm.
You and him will never work.
“My father has no intention of going through with King Beaumont's proposal. You're much too important to him.”
My shoulders relaxed as relief washed over me. “Oh thank gods.”
“I told you not to worry.” He smiled and my insides melted like the wax of a burning candle. “Also the duke has a lead on where the traitor is hiding, and he solidified the plan for when he's in custody.”
He didn't need to explain the plan to me—I knew what happened to traitors when they were caught.
“Do you know who it is?” I doubted that I would know the name, but was curious who ratted me out to Draemor.
“Yeah um…something Fletcher. Edward, I think.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I swore, my eyes popping out of my skull.
Sebastian took a step back, eyebrows drawn together. “Excuse me?”
“I grew up with him. He's from my village. That prick! Why would he do that?”
“You’d be surprised what people will do for wealth. For power. I don't know his motives. It doesn't matter, really. He will be taken care of.”
Killed. He would be killed.
Sebastian changed the subject. “There was also more discussion about moving your housing for safety purposes, but I convinced him to hold off on that for now.”
“Thank you.” I sighed in contempt, having grown to like my room and not wanting to leave it.
