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Vameer makes a joke about the strength of Volik’s wood.

Volik throws a chunk of a log at Vameer.

Vameer catches it, and holds it between his hands, and one second later, it bursts into flame, immediately turning to ash.

Volik rolls his eyes.

I smile as I pop the last piece of muffin into my mouth.

Swallowing down the rest of my coffee, I look at the name on the paper coffee cup. It’s just the letter A, followed by a thin, straight, up-and-down line, then the letter B.

Considering the first time I showed my new face in public was yesterday morning, and I was instantly attacked by that shitty man, I’m not in any hurry to go into town. But for these muffins, I just might.

Finished with my breakfast, I slide off the giant chair Volik made for someone named Jenny.

Vameer turns to me. He’s back in his robe and chain, but he has a pair of snug black boxer briefs beneath.

His eyes roam over my body. And I can feel his appreciation in the way my chest heats.

Knowing that we’re meeting a reporter today, I put on the nicest outfit I could piece together from the items I shoved in my bag.

Flowy navy pants that cling to my ass. A fitted white tank. A full dozen bracelets. And my sandals.

I don’t love the idea of millions of eyes on me. Judging me. But I do love the idea of having Vameer at my side and letting everyone see that he belongs to me.

I straighten my shoulders. “I’m ready.”

Volik tucks a log under his arm. “One last thing.”

Chapter 80

Vameer

My brother sits down in front of his computer. But it doesn’t look like the computer Jack let me use.

I circle the desk, which Volik made, looking at the back of the device.

Volik watches me as he moves a black lump around under his palm on the desktop. “It’s called a monitor.”

I look at his hand. “That?”

“No.” He lifts his hand, the black thing still in his palm. “This is a mouse.”

I lift a brow as I inhale. “That is not, nor has it ever been, a mouse.”

Rune snickers.

Volik just shakes his head at me. “It is just called a mouse. It directs the pointer on the screen.”

I keep circling until I’m standing beside Volik’s chair.

He grips the edge of the screen. “This is a monitor.”

I grunt.

I’ll spend a night memorizing all the terms soon.

Volik does something else with the mouse, and then an image, like he’s looking at a mirror, fills the screen.