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“I’m askingyou, dammit.” My fury is back, unfurling in my gut. “You’re the one who said—”
He glances up at me and there’s a shadow of pain in his eyes that roots me to the spot and dries up the words on my tongue.
Without conscious thought, I put a hand on his face, cradling his jaw. “What the hell’s wrong?”
He stares at me, and the stars in his eyes seem to grow brighter. His lips part. “Rys…”
Whatever he’s about to say I will never know because we’re interrupted by a fucking minion.
One of mine, too.
“Boss?” Az is at the door, staring at us as if he’s not sure who we are. “What are you doing?”
I let my hand drop as I narrow my eyes at him. “None of your goddamn business. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Boss, the package you ordered has arrived, where do I—?”
“Damn you, Az, take it to my room and stop bothering me, you little shit. Haven’t you yet learned not to interrupt me when I’m talking?”
“Yes, boss.” Az’s gaze darts at Sindri, then back at me. He seems to want to say more but wisely he keeps his stupid mouth shut. Nodding, he turns and goes.
I let out a breath and turn back to the princeling.
“Package?” Sindri inquires.
“She’ll need clothes,” I mutter. “Especially now that the nasty girls are bullying her. Have you seen how they tore her blouse yesterday?”
“Who knew you’re a softie at heart.”
“Softie?” I snort. “You haven’t seen what I ordered for her or you wouldn’t have said that.”
“She’s not yours, Rys.” He’s rubbing his cheek where I put my hand before as if it’s itchy. He hops off the desk, puts distance between us. “She doesn’t belong to any of us.”
“Well, we’ll see about that.”
“Tell me about the witchy thing,”I say.
Sindri and I are walking through the campus toward the gym, thinking to search for Mia there.
She’s probably still upset with me.
Why did she keep her identity a secret? It still bugs me that she did it. Like, sure, witches aren’t the most beloved of magical creatures—but then again, what magical creature is? We’re all hated and feared and desired in fairly equal measures, depending on who you ask.
And why did she never use her powers? It sounds like she was seriously hiding who she is, but again why? The need to find out more about her is an itch inside my head.
They talked about her childhood, Sindri said. What did she tell him?
“So…” I kick at a loose pebble as we come within sight of the gym and the grove that hides our view of the lake. “Mia. The witch.”
“The witch,” he repeats, head down, hands in his pockets, voice faraway.
“What’s up with you today?”
“Huh?” He glances up, eyes wide. “Nothing.Kraish.”
“You were going to tell me why Mia being a witch is so important. Get your shit together, fucker, and sort out whatever has got your lacy pink panties in a twist.”
“Homophobic slurs?” He lifts a brow and smirks, his gaze clearing. “How endearing.”
