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“Not everyone believes in stealing, Ansin.”
“I don’t steal. I take. It is what the strong do to the weak.”
“See? This is why I don’t want you around Draco. I don’t want him growing up to be a bully like you.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Jeni. But I assure you, when someone strong comes to take what you love the most, you will not be saying to yourself, ‘If only I’d been nicer.’ You will be asking how to kill them quickly and take back what is yours. And when that day comes, I will be here to show you.”
Ah yes. He thought he was going to train me to be a ruthless, powerful psychopath and raise an army in my image.
“In the meantime,” he added, “just sign the damned papers. I have business to discuss with you.”
“I’m not signing those until I know what I’m going to do with it all.”
“They’re merely things,” Ansin argued.
“No. They’re not.” They were King’s things. Thousands of years of his life. And deaths.
“Do whatever you want, but the suit must leave now.” Ansin looked at the now sweating lawyer.
“He can’t,” I explained, tapping the side of my head. “King did something to him.”
Ansin looked at the man sternly. “You. Get up from the table, go out the front door, and fuck off,” he said in a deep penetrating voice to Lorenzo. I knew it was the voice Ansin used to command people.
Lorenzo’s eyes toggled nervously from side to side, but he didn’t get up.
“Impressive. King must’ve laid it on thick.” Ansin drew his dagger from inside his jacket. It was the dagger used to kill King.
My blood ran cold. I didn’t want to look at the thing or have it anywhere near me. “What the hell are you doing?”
Ansin gave me a harsh look. “He cannot live out his life in this kitchen.”
“You don’t need to kill the guy,” I argued.
“Kill? Please don’t kill me,” Lorenzo whimpered.
“I am merely going to put him out of his misery.” Ansin went up behind the guy.
“Okay. You win. I’ll sign the papers.” I pulled the stack in front of me and grabbed the pen. I flipped to the last page with the sticky red arrow and signed. “There. Happy now?” I glared at Ansin.
“As long as the suit leaves, then yes,” Ansin replied.
I looked at Lorenzo. “You can go now. I signed.”
He stood and grabbed the stack, looking relieved. “Th-thank you. And don’t forget to call if you need assistance with anything.” Lorenzo placed his card on the table. “I’ll have the final deeds and documents couriered to you. Good luck, Miss Arnold. I’ll show myself out.” He sprinted from the room.
Ansin shook his head. “They should revoke his man card.”
“Not everyone’s a poisonous viper like you.”
“The first sense you’ve made in months,” he threw back.
I narrowed my eyes. “So what’s your excuse for barging in this time?”
“I entered. With a key. I do not barge.”
“What do you want?” I was losing my patience.
“I believe I have found another woman to take your place.”
A lump formed in my throat. “Another Seer?”
“She does not have powers, but I sense she might carry your gene.”
“How—I mean, are you sure?”
“I won’t know until I bed her,” he replied. “And she gives birth.”
“And if she doesn’t carry the gene?”
He shrugged. “Then I move on.”
“Ansin, you can’t just sleep with some poor woman, have a baby with her, and then toss them out like some defective toaster if they don’t serve your grand plan.”
“I have no intention of doing that.”
“Then?” I raised a brow.
“I will pay for her time and for the use of her body. If the child does not have what I’m looking for, then they will both be given a large sum of cash to live shallow, materialistic, and meaningless lives.”
I shook my head in disgust.
“If you do not approve, you are free to keep your word at any time.” Ansin grinned in that cold, calculating kind of way.
The last time he showed up, I’d made it clear I wasn’t going to jump into bed with him or take a stroll to the altar anytime soon. We ended in a stalemate because technically I wasn’t breaking my word. Just like technically he hadn’t broken his when he killed King.
“I haven’t backed out,” I reaffirmed.
“But you haven’t delivered either. Which is why I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Leave?”
“Where else will the woman live?” he asked. “And if I am right about her, she will have a child to care for.”
He was throwing me and Draco out?
“Do not look so surprised,” Ansin said. “I bought this home for the mother of my children. I bought it for you. Unfortunately, you are not inclined to accept the role, nor are you recognizing my generosity toward you, given the situation.”
“Generosity?”
Bitterness flickered in his dark eyes. “You wish me to explain?”
