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“Too busy to answer the phone?” his prickly voice rasped back at me.
“No, Damien, of course not. I was in the shower and didn’t hear my phone. Is everything okay?”
“Peachy,” was his gruff reply. “Tell me, Samara, how are things going at the academy? Any news to deliver?”
“They’re still not dead yet, but the good news is that I’m getting closer to them. It’s taking a lot more time than I anticipated, but I’m making progress. This is a big role to fulfill, Damien, but I refuse to give up. I have to do this the smart way. I can’t risk blowing my cover.”
“You’re right, you can’t. Which is why as of right now, I’m calling off the hit on the Ravagers.”
“What?”
Please tell me I’d heard him incorrectly. If he was calling off the hit, my time here was spent.
Dread ran over me at the thought.
No.
I couldn’t go back there.
I fucking refused.
I’d have no other choice but to skip town on the nearest train and pray to God I’d get lucky enough survive the night.
“Why?”
“That’s a personal matter, my Queen to be. One that doesn’t concern you. However, the order is only temporary. In the meantime, I have a simpler, less complicated job for you to do.”
My heart pounded hard. At this rate, I didn’t give two flying fucks over what he wanted me to do. If it prevented me from going back to the club, I’d take it.
“What is it?”
“You will remain at the academy.”
His words had my lungs expelling a heavy, painful sigh of relief. I glanced up to the ceiling, whisperingthank youover and over again.
“However,” he carried on, “instead of killing them, you’re to be a spy. Stick to the plan and get close to them however means necessary. The thought truly scorns me, but if it means having to shake your perfect little ass or flaunt those gorgeous tits you have in their faces, then fucking do it. I want intel on anything Ravager related, Xavier Michaelson included. Do you understand me, Samara?”
“Yes, Damien, I understand.”
“Also, I have a rather big business meeting coming up. It was next week but due to some unexpected personal business getting in the way, I had push it back to Halloween. We’ll be short staffed, you see, so I’ll need you at the club working the main stage that night. Be there at 4. I expect a full detailed report on your progress when you arrive.”
“Of course, Damien,” I said through gritted teeth. “Whatever you say.”
I threw the phone on the couch when he hung up and grasped my head.
“GOD DAMNIT!”
I angrily kicked the center table, my own snarl thundering through my chest.
That son of a bitch!
I knew exactly what the fuck he was talking about no sooner than the words left his lips. The Harvest. Ginger. I was about to lose my best friend, and there was nothing I could do to stop it now.
Tears blurred my eyes, and as hard as I tried to stop it, a cry burst out of me. I sat on the couch, hugging myself.
Damien did this on purpose. To ensure I couldn’t intervene.
He knew.
