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He unlocked his phone and handed it to her.
“Then, why did Nivy text me and beg for a ride back home? She said she was being mobbed by reporters.”
Jessie held up a finger as she spoke to someone at the palace, and Aryan resisted the urge to bite it off. Or nibble on it. No. No nibbling of any sort, he told himself sternly.
Jessie scowled as she handed his phone back.
“Your sister is an evil, wicked witch,” she declared.
Aryan agreed in principle, but he felt he had to at least try to defend Nivy.
“She’s not that bad.”
“Oh, she is! She didn’t ask Veer to arrange a car for me. Instead, she fooled you into being my ride.”
Ooh, his sister was an evil, wicked witch!
“I left a busy OPD to come to her rescue! All for nothing,” he said, with disgust.
“Hey, I’m not nothing!”
“I didn’t mean that. I meant that she was never in any danger. It was a lie. That’s what I meant. I know you’re not nothing...”
He wisely shut up before he told Jessie that she was everything.
And from the smirk on her face, he had a feeling that she knew what he’d been about to say. So Aryan cleared his throat and looked straight ahead.
“It appears that you’re meant to be my ride,” said Jessie, softly.
His heart skipped a beat. He knew that she hadn’t meant it that way, but he would have given anything to have her ride him. Once. Not any more. Now he didn’t want anything to do with her.
“Where to, Princess?”
Jessie stretched again, long and languorous, and sighed.
“Can we go for a long drive?”
Aryan snorted.
“Some of us have to work for a living. So, let’s try this again, Your Highness. Where do you want me to drop you off?”
She sat up straight and he could practically feel the heat of her glare.
“Stop calling me that! I hate it when you say ‘Your Highness’ like that!”
Aryan felt the side of his mouth turn up in a smirk that always drove his sister to violence.
“Then stop acting like a spoilt princess,” he retorted.
Jessie sighed.
“I’m not. Really. It’s just that I don’t have anywhere to go right now. The press will be waiting to mob me outside the palace gates, and my mother is probably furious at having to deal with all the calls. You know how she hates being in the news.”
“What’s all the fuss about? Shouldn’t they be after Veer and Nivy? Why were those reporters chasing you?”
She sighed again, even louder. Aryan felt that sound curl around his heart, making it skip a beat, and then, it sent little tentacles down to parts that sat up, ready to party.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she snapped.
