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“I beg your pardon?” Della looks between her and me, confused.
“She keeps asking for thisphone. I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
“Right.” Della wraps her hands around the Willow woman’s and leads her toward the stairs. “Come with me, and we’ll learn more about this phone thing you speak of.”
I watch them go. The Willow woman looks back at me with a frown before snatching her brown eyes away.
How the hell do they not know what a phone is?Her voice echoes in my head, and as Della takes her upstairs, I don’t hear anything else. I’m glad.
When they’re completely out of sight, I grip the edge of the wooden counter and shake my head. This cannot be happening—not right now. This Willow woman—she’s a distraction. She must be.
I leave the kitchen and make my way back down the foyer toward my office. My transmitter is on the desk where I left it, and I pick it up.
“Tell Maeve there is an emergency. Meet me when she can. Allow her to track my location.”
The transmitter blinks red, then neon blue, and I watch the screen load the words before sending my message off. I replace the transmitter, set my gun on the desk, and sit in the chair behind it.
Is he always so on edge?I hear the Willow woman’s voice, which is strange considering she’s probably near Della’s chambers a floor up. I shouldn’t be able to hear her, yet I do. How the hell does this mind-voice thing work exactly? Now that she’s closer, does that mean I’ll hear her conversations too? Can she hear mine? I pray for the person who has to suffer through my thoughts.
“Don’t you answer that, Della,” I grumble.
Ever since I’ve known him, yes.
I refrain from rolling my eyes and work my jaw instead.
It must suck working for him,the Willow woman says, huffing a laugh.
Not at all, actually. Mr. Harlow takes very good care of me.
I smirk.Take that, Willow Woman.
Is he angry sometimes? Yes.Della goes on, and I work my jaw again.But he’s not as horrible as you may think.
So, I was right. Youarea jackass. Good to know.
“Right. That’s it.” I push out of my chair and march back to the kitchen, heading up the spiral iron staircase until I’m on the second floor. I make a left turn and stride toward the wide-open French doors. I’m in Della’s wing. It’s been a while since I’ve setfoot here. She’s spruced the place up with Vanorian flowers, a few Blackwater plants, and mauve wallpaper.
“Are you about finished?” I ask as she wraps a bandage around Willow Woman’s leg.
“I am, sir. I would like to give her some new clothes—these are…unique. And filthy, might I add. Perhaps I can find some in Juniper’s closet?”
“I don’t think Juniper would approve,” I counter.
“Juniper will live. It’s either that, or you take this young woman to the village and let her pick out her own attire. You don’t want her walking around in dirty garments, do you?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
My eyes move to Willow Woman’s and she’s smirking. Shit. I can’t let her stay in my head. I frown and envision a wall of rocks surrounding my brain. Then I cock a brow at her, and she narrows her eyes, confused.
“Fine. Borrow something from Juniper’s. When you’re done, send her to my office.”
“Understood, sir.”
I turn and leave the room, but not before hearing,Eww.Why is he walking around like something’s stuck up his pale ass?
I don’t bother looking back, despite my fists clenching at the remark.
Thirteen
