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Chapter 804

Chapter 15 : I’ll Show You Savage

“This is ridiculous,” I bit out, then I sucked in my breath as I steadied myself on the footstool Jared had so graciously provided. One of the legs was shorter than the other, which meant I was using all of my weight to keep myself steady as I ran a feather duster over the bookshelves. They still towered above my head. There was no way I was going to reach the highest shelves, even with a stool.

And there was no way I was standing on my tip-toes, either. I wasn’t going to give Jared the satisfaction. I’d done stupid things for my own selfish gain, sure, but this was by far the dumbest, most degrading thing I’d ever done.

And all for access to his study, whenever I wanted.

When I’d stitched those flowers into his sparring clothes, I’d assumed he’d have nothing else to wear into the ring the next day. He would’ve been forced to wear them, and he would have been laughed at by his crew. It was why I’d spent hours upon hours stitching until my fingers were raw and bleeding.

But now I was wearing them–a shirt, at least. His pants didn’t fit me, even with a belt.

So, in order to access his study whenever the hell I wanted with no recourse, I was wearing a flower-covered shirt, my bare thighs on full display as I moved from shelf to shelf, cleaning.

I glanced at Jared, my face twisted in a scowl.

“You could have said no,” he said flatly, turning a page of the book he had resting on his lap. He had one arm resting over the back of the couch, a tall glass of whiskey clutched in his hand. He didn’t look up at me as I cursed under my breath and climbed down to move the stool to the next shelf.

“You could have had the maids come in and clean this place,” I retorted.

His eyes flicked to mine, a half-cocked smile touching the corner of his mouth.

“No one–”

“No one is allowed in your study,” I mimicked, then grunted with frustration as I climbed back up the rickety stool. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-four,” he replied, uninterested.

“I thought you were much older than that,” I replied, trying to get a rise out of him. “You have the office of an old man who can’t find anything unless it’s an absolute mess.”

“Thank you,” he said, and he obviously meant it.

I pursed my lips and turned back to the bookshelves, muttering curses under my breath.

“Since we’re playing twenty questions,” he began, pausing to take a drink, “was it your father who was the archeologist?”

“I’m the archeologist.”

“There are no programs for that here in Egoren, which would mean you’re self trained.” His eyes flicked to mine. He was baiting me, I knew that. He’d been trying to get me to admit to being from the Realm of Light for days now. “So?”

“My father stayed home with us and my mother is a–” I paused, unsure how to describe my mother’s position without giving my connections away. Gemma, my mother, was in all regards the Beta of my aunt Maeve, the current White Queen. “She’s a secretary.”

“Hm,” Jared said, his gaze trailing from my eyes down to my legs.

I threw the feather duster at him, but it missed, landing in a puff of dust next to him on the couch. “Was your father a bounty hunter too?” I said mockingly.

“My parents were dead before I knew them,” he said casually.

“Oh,” I murmured, feeling a little guilty. “I’m sorry–”

“How did you know the artifact opened up like that?” he interrupted, derailing the subject.

chewed the inside of my cheek. I really didn’t want to talk about the Cryptex. The thought of it alone was enough

all. But yours is… cursed, for sure. I don’t like it, and I don’t want

going to talk

to ask me questions but not answer any of my questions about why

work for?” The tone of his voice had changed abruptly, and

in the laundry,” I

glared. “I’m

asking me questions if you’re going to be just as

through the Dark Forest to the territory belonging to Aeris.” He closed his book

do you need

technically belong to him. You were bought using funds his

my body trembling with a mix of

I said as steadily as

for him?” he

my

Are you

“I don’t know Aeris–”

auction?” he seethed. “I saw you, up on that stage. And you–you weren’t scared. You were f*****g

“What?” I snapped.

“Are you a spy?”

stones were a test, weren’t they? You brought me down there to show me the

“Are you?”

my voice breaking with emotion. “That thing is evil, Jared. It made me feel–” I held my hands out, my palms facing the ceiling. I could still feel the weight of the Cryptex in my hands, far too heavy for its size.

my veins, my heart hammering in my chest. Something had to give. Jared and I had been dancing around each other since the moment he

a spy. I’m not

up

don’t remember–” I paused, my eyes downcast on

to the knee when my feet were flat, like a dress, but I felt incredibly exposed. Should I tell him the truth? “You’ve asked if you can trust

you time after time that I’m not going to hurt

his eyes. “I need to know

can’t tell

I can’t tell you anything about

and he’d grant me access. There was a catch, of course, which was doing so

“I assure you…”

me of what? That you’re not going to set loose whatever is hidden inside? I felt that darkness within it, the same darkness I see in your eyes everytime I look

“How dare you–”

this? You obviously need my help, and this is the deal. You tell me what it is

archeologist to get close to me,

I raged, taking several steps

but he squared his shoulders

a living! If I

“I know!”

why are you accusing me of being something I’m

f*****g idea who

closing the distance between us. I backed up, the back of my thighs hitting

you were different. Seeing the curiosity and then relief when Ambrose bit his bid on you, I–” He leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk on either side of me. “I took you because I thought