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“It has to be. I transitioned. I was in Nowhere walking around without any pain this morning.”
“That’s the problem. If your reading had been correct the last time, your transition should’ve been worse, and lasted longer. You don’t go from barely transitioned to done that fast. The scale isn’t able to read you.”
“Then your scale is broken.”
He looked at the scale and then me again. “There’s something wrong, but it’s not the scale.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m not supposed to be here.”
He ignored my suggestion as he stared at the scale, but his attention wasn’t anywhere in this room.
His attention focused back to me with laser intensity. “Don’t mention this to anyone, not even the crew,” he said. “Do you understand?”
He watched me, paying attention to every flicker of emotion. Yeah, I got it. There was something very wrong about me, and he was trying to keep it under wraps until he could gauge whether it would benefit him.
“Sure.” I didn’t want the few people I saw every day looking at me cross-eyed. He wanted me not to talk? That was the easiest request he’d had so far.
“I’m bringing you to a job tomorrow at eight. You’ll need a cocktail dress. Ask one of the crew for whatever.”
He left.
I walked past his office and didn’t bother going in. Getting a latte from the kitchen machine would be more gratifying.
Chapter Seventeen
It was seven o’clock, and I was supposed to be ready for a cocktail party at eight. That I was showered was about all I could say for myself.
Why he’d want to bring a spy with him didn’t make any sense, other than he figured I’d be useful somehow. He’d use me up until he found a way to kill me. I dropped onto the couch, ignoring the rest of them as I silently stewed.
Cookie eyed up my shorts and t-shirt. “Don’t you have a thing to go to?”
I shrugged.
“I think she’s still deciding,” Dice said, laughing.
I could refuse, but what if Kaden tried to kick me out of here? Could he do that? Probably. My mother had looked startled when I walked in the house. My boyfriend wasn’t answering my calls. If they were forgetting about me, I didn’t have any hope for anyone else. I had a bag of cash, but it was technically Kaden’s cash.
“Cookie, do you have something you could lend me for tonight?” I asked.
“Wise choice,” Connor said softly from his chair.
“Your ass is never fitting into anything I have,” Cookie said. “We don’t have time to shop, so you’ll have to pick something from the closet.” She stood up, stretching like she hadn't gotten off the couch in a couple hours. “I saw another couple of racks rolled in the other day. Kaden must’ve gotten it stocked for you.”
“Gotten what stocked?” I asked, following her.
“The closet. I prefer to do my own shopping, but it’ll do when you’re in a pinch.” She walked to the door that typically brought you to the bridge and flipped a switch on the right-hand side.
“Are we going Topside? I thought you said there was a closet?”
“Hit the switch and itisthe closet. It’s climate controlled, humidity or some mumbo jumbo. I don’t know. Keeps the clothes good or something. I don’t bother with it most of the time, so I can’t tell you specifics.”
She opened the door, and I walked into heaven. There were crystal chandeliers, plush carpets, tufted velvet benches, but that wasn’t the beauty of the place. There were racks and racks of clothing, shelves of shoes and bags. The center had several islands with accessories, scarves, and jewelry…
I touched a pair of drop diamond earrings that sparkled like nothing I’d ever seen in person. “Are these real?”
“Yeah.” She yawned, then shuddered, as she looked about. “I hate this place. It feels so sterile. I wouldn’t let the designer touch the lounge, not after I saw what he did here. I picked out every inch of that room.”
Suddenly a few things were making sense.
