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“No, seriously, I don’t mind. I have no idea what to do with myself right now,” I insist.
She looks at me hesitantly.
“Okay, you can peel and mince the garlic.” I hustle over to the counter, and she shows me how to handle the knife.
I only lasted about fifteen minutes before she sent me off. I moved too slowly, and it didn’t help that the garlic kept flying off of my cutting board and onto the floor.
“Dinner smells amazing!” Dante says as we gather around the dining table.
Cosima comes back. She’s laying the last dish down as I walk to my seat, not bothering to hide her glare when she sees me.
“No thanks to Miss Anya,” Valentina jokes, patting me on the back.
“I just need a little practice,” I say to the table, laughing as I take my seat.
I don’t miss Dante making his way to the chair next to me, only for Nico to growl and shoot him a look from across the table. Enzo sweeps in to take the seat.
Chapter Fifteen
Nico
Dante and I are sitting in our security room, working on finding any underground chatter about Li’s whereabouts. I’ve hacked his and his known associates’ bank accounts. He should know better than to use them. I try anyway, just in case. But, as expected, it was a dead-end.
“Man, she’s something,” Dante breathes out in awe as I look up to see what he’s referring to.
His eyes are on one of the monitors, and I look to find Anya reading outside on the library balcony. She’s in a crop top and what are supposed to be shorts.Dammit,Valentina.
“Focus, Dante, we’re not here to meet women.” I growl at him, not liking that his eyes glaze with hunger and lust every time he looks at her.
“Says the man who already fucked herandtricked her to sharing his bedroom. What did you tell her, anyway? You ran out of rooms? She has to know you’re full of shit.”
When I don’t answer, his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, and he shakes his head. “You did, didn’t you? Fuck, man, you’ve got it bad.”
“Fuck off. It’s not like that.”
I have no interest in divulging my sex life with my bastard of a best friend—or lack there of, since Anya enforced the unfortunate no-touching rule.
“So, you wouldn’t mind, then, if I invited her to stay in my room instead?” He raises an eyebrow. I squeeze my fists so hard, whitening my knuckles and popping them through our silence. “Thought so.”
Dante is finding this situation hilarious. I fail to see what he finds so funny.
“She obviously doesn’t mind sharing a room with you, or I imagine she would’ve put up more of a fight.”
I’m done with this conversation.
After a few hours of hitting one dead-end after the other, I give my eyes a break and head to our gym to release some tension. I work out every morning, but lately, I’ve been needing to do more these last couple of days.
As I’m heading down the hall to my room to change, I notice Anya has moved to the library’s big oak desk, who’s writing something as she reads. She’s so entranced with her work she doesn’t even notice I walk up to the opposite side of the desk. I knock on the desk three times to grab her attention. She jumps as her head shoots up.
“I didn’t see you there,” she says, surprised.
“Yeah, you looked really into your work.”
“I hope it’s okay that I’m in here. You only hadThe Art of WarandHacking for Dummiesin your room.I didn’t have much else to do since you won’t give me a phone.”
I don’t miss the sass in her tone at that last part.
“Bash got me that as a joke for Christmas,” I tell her, recalling the funny memory. “You can use the library whenever you want.”
