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Three months. Ninety days.
A fusion of excitement and dread twined in my stomach. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized that I was bound to the palace for that long already.
But there were worse things I could think of than hanging out with the too-handsome Alpha King Jace for three months.
“What do you say?” he pressed when I didn’t respond.
My lips twitched—a dozen more arguments vying to spring from them—but they remained in place.
If I refused this, he might very well keep me locked in my suite. I saw what he did to that fae in the ballroom. I didn’t want a replay of that… even if it was a little hot how fast he reacted.
“Three months,” I agreed begrudgingly. “And you’re the one who has to sell this to Saint. He’s not going to like it.”
Jace laughed, a gleam of relief showing in his eyes.
Interesting. He had been worried that I might refuse.
“Your brother is the least of my worries,” he replied, jumping up from his chair and striding toward the door. He nodded for me to get up, too, and I did, reluctantly. A guard appeared at the threshold.
“See Miss Elix back to her suite and have Cirilla come immediately.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
He looked at me. “Miss Elix will be moving rooms tomorrow.”
Before I took a step, I kicked off the single stiletto that was still on my foot before ambling toward him. “Moving? Why?”
“We’ll discuss those details tomorrow,” he replied, winking at me. “But it only makes sense given our new arrangement.”
Baffled, I started to question him, but Jace abruptly closed the door in the guard’s face and turned to me. “You can’t speak so openly in front of others from now on,” he chided me.
Confused, I stared at him. “What?”
“From now on, we can only speak about our arrangement in secret. We don’t want the details getting out.”
“O-okay,” I sputtered. “But you brought it up.”
“I don’t want you questioning me.”
“You just said you were moving me. Again!” I grumbled, exasperated. “I’m going to ask questions!”
“And I’m reminding you not to ask questions in front of others.”
He moved to open the door again, and I grabbed his hand to stop him. His head whipped around, and his lips landed inches from mine, catching me off guard. He stared at me in surprise, and I cast my eyes downward, falling back as my ears caught fire in humiliation. I released his arm immediately.
“What is it?” His voice was much softer now.
“Why are you moving me?” I sighed.
He was already driving me nuts.
He grunted. “If you stay on another floor, everyone will question why you’re there and not within arm’s reach of me.”
I blushed unexpectedly at his phrasing, a hot flush rushing through me, but it was short-lived as Jace continued.
“And stop questioning my every move. I know what I’m doing.”
Did he? Did he often take on fake fiancées?
