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I’m dog tired, and just want a nap.
So Zie plays chauffeur to my friends, and Kaiden takes me home in an Uber.
Well, the Uber takes us to the edge of the forest, where Axel is waiting in a blacked out car to take us to the house – citing safety, security and secrecy as his reasons for being such a control freak.
After this morning and last night and the day before I have no idea where I stand with Axel, but when I slide into the front seat of the luxurious car, he slips his hand into mine and seems content to just hold it.
I catch Kaiden’s eye in the mirror but he’s smiling, seemingly totally relaxed about the whole thing.
Did they speak yet about last night’s sleeping arrangements? The thought makes my mouth turn dry.
God, a part of me wants to have the conversation with Axel now, to demand to know what his plans are. The impatient part of me. But I force myself to wait. There’s a time and a place, and the best games are won with killer strategy.
“Eowyn called,” Axel says casually. It’s an odd experience. Nothing Axel does or says is ever casual.
“Oh?” I reply with forced nonchalance. I hate that bitch but I can’tquiteput my finger on why. It’s not just that she seems close to Axel – I’m smart enough to identify my own feelings of jealousy – but something else. I know she can’t be trusted, but the question is, how dangerous is she?
“Arcelia has given her a potential date for the wedding.”
“Oh?”
“I’m just saying, you don’t have to say yes to this.”
“Well that’s a mighty change of heart when I’ve just charged my wedding dress to your credit card.”
He gives me a flat, unamused look before flicking his attention back to the road. “Not the wedding. That’s non-negotiable. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” I mutter.
“The date. We have to do it soon, but it doesn’t have to bethissoon.”
“Just tell me that date, Axel!” I snap, losing patience. If I have to marry him, why delay the inevitable?
“Saturday.”
A heavy silence falls on the car, and Kaiden’s eyes are wide when I catch them in the mirror once more.
“This Saturday? Wow. That’s…”
“It’s too soon. I’ll tell Eowyn no.”
A flash of stubborn determination floods me and I’m disagreeing with him before my brain’s even engaged. “No.”
“No?”
“No. Saturday’s perfect. Plenty of time.”
“Plenty?” He smirks at me with one brow raised, the amusement clear on his face.
“Well, maybe not plenty, but enough that we can make it work.”
“Perfect. I’ll let Arcelia know.”
“Not Eowyn?”
“Arcelia can tell her,” he replies dismissively, and the petulant child in me is glad. He seems to now be treating Eowyn like she’s staff, rather than whatever relationship dynamic they had before. Good. She’d better watch herself if she has any ideas about getting closer to my groom during this wedding planning malarkey.
“What’s got you smiling like the cat that’s got the cream?” he asks.
