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The more I think about it, the more pissed I get. Who the heck does he think he is? He doesn't know my texts and pics aren't really mine. He thinks he's invading my privacy. And heisinvading Mia's. I'm pissed in her place. It's like he's reading her diary or something. And I justknowshe’d be up in his room tearing him a new butthole.
So that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I storm back through my room and out the door, not even bothering to put on shoes. I get almost to the end of the guest hallway when the butler appears like magic from around the corner. His horns shine in the low lamplight of the hall. His expression is as unreadable as it was when we showed up.
Histhingis still swinging like a kielbasa in the wind.
Did he look that bland when Fabien came home covered in blood? Probably.
"Miss Zedona? Is there something I can help you with? A glass of water perhaps?”
"Is Fabien in his room?"
"Excuse me?"
"Fabien? Big guy? Tentacles? Is he in his room?"
"I believe he is."
"Take me there. I need to have a word with him."
The butler shakes his head.
"I would not advise that. His Lordship takes his private time quite seriously."
He's not so keen on other people's privacy, though, is he?It pisses me off even more to hear that.
"He stole my phone. And I want it back. Now. You can either take me to him, or you can go ask him yourself. ButHis Lordshipis going to have to be interrupted either way. Now, do you want to do it, or is it on me?"
The butler looks at me for a long while and then nods.
"I shall show you the way, miss."
He takes me to a large hallway on the second floor, on the opposite side of the house from where we're staying. This hall is wider, and has vaulted ceilings, with gilded flowers and sprites painted across them. There’s only one set of double doors at the end of the hall.
"This is where he stays?" I ask, suddenly feeling timid.
"This portion of the second floor is reserved for his Lordship. Knocking at the door should bring his attention to you, though I would very much recommend against doing that."
I take a deep breath. I don't carewhohe is. I've dealt with men like him my whole life. My father, my boyfriends. Guys who think they can control me and decide who I'm going to be or what I'm going to do. Guys who don't respect boundaries.
I steel myself and walk quickly. I get to the door and pound on it before I lose my nerve.
Did I pound too hard?Maybe I should have done it a little more softly. No! That's wrong. I'm pissed at him and I'm here to give him a piece of my mind. Stealing my property and eavesdropping on me isn't cool.
Okay, so maybe lying to him about who I am and pretending to marry him isn't cool either, but he's a criminal! A thug and a murderer. I've seen him covered in someone'sblood.
I've seen him covered in someone's blood?Am I crazy? Should I even be here confronting him?
The door cracks and Fabien glares at me.
"Phone. Now."
He frowns.
“Huh?”
"Give it back, now!”
