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“Oh, God.” She yanked her hand out of mine. “I thought journals were supposed to be accurate.”
“Where is the lie?” I turned the book for her to show me.
She took my journal and my pen writing.
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What truly happened is that I, Odette, came to the realization that I enjoyed Gale’s company and needed my inheritance, so I chose to kill two birds with one stone. —Odette.
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I wanted to complain about her little confession, but I was more amused by her handwriting again.
“So, you truly do write like this?” I laughed.
She frowned, looking back down at the page. “Yes? What’s wrong with my handwriting?”
“Are you a vampire?” I asked her.
She frowned. “What?”
“Why do you write like you come out of a different century? Not even royals write like this.”
“The same reason you talk like you fell out of a different century. This is how I learned.”
“Who taught you, Jane Austen?”
“Who taught you how to speak, Charles Dickens?” she snapped, glaring at me. It was so amusing seeing her annoyed.
I wanted to kiss her, but instead, I poked her nose since she had it up so high. In return, she poked my side, and just like that, a war ensued in the back of the car with both of us trying to get at each other.
I had just spun her arms around her and locked mine with them, holding her steady, her head and curls brushing up against my chin, when a short cough reminded me we were not alone.
“Your Highness.”
I glanced up from my journal to see Iskandar’s stone face staring back at me. The phone attached to his hand was waiting for me. “The Adelaar.”
Sighing, I let her go. “Could you not have at least waited to rat me out, Iskandar? It is barely morning there. If not for my sake, then your Adelaar’s?”
“It would be better if my brother worried about my sake.” Arty’s voice was on the other line.
I glanced over to Odette as she adjusted her coat and sweater before hitting the speaker button. “Arty, say hello to your new sister-in-law.” I grinned, speaking in English.
Odette’s eyes widened, and she shoved my shoulder, but I could not help it.
“He just married you, and now he is seeking to use you as a shield. Ms. Wyntor—no, sister, please, forgive my brother. He was dropped on his head as a child.”
All the humor fell from my face, but it was picked up and carried by her as she leaned over to speak. “Was he dropped by you? Because I could sort of understand if that were the case. Younger siblings are a pain.”
“Excuse me, wife. I do believe you are on the wrong brother’s side.” I pouted.
She made a face at me before leaning over again and speaking on the phone. “Please don’t lecture Gale or get mad at him. It was more my fault than his. I’m sorry for breaking whatever rules there are.”
“You are fine, Odette. Welcome to the family. However, please do not speak a word of this to anyone. No one else can know.”
“Not even my mother?”
