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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.

really didn’t want to talk about the Cryptex. The

is… cursed, for sure. I don’t like it,

going to talk

answer any

tone of his voice had changed abruptly, and a blanket of

laundry,” I

glared. “I’m

me questions if you’re going to be just

leaving tomorrow, both of us. We’ll be traveling through the Dark Forest to the territory belonging to Aeris.” He closed his book and rose

do you need me to

him. You

stool, my body trembling with a mix

I said as steadily as possible.

you working for him?”

my brow.

Aeris. Are you working for

“I don’t know Aeris–”

that tavern, for the breeder auction?” he seethed. “I saw you, up on that stage. And you–you weren’t scared. You

“What?” I snapped.

“Are you a spy?”

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

“Are you?”

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. Whatever it was carrying… whatever all of its pieces contained once brought together… “No one should have

my veins, my heart hammering in my chest. Something had to give. Jared and I had been dancing

not here to take anything

up

taken there. I don’t remember–” I paused, my eyes

Should I tell him

time after time that I’m not going to

I’m asking,” I replied, meeting his eyes. “I need to know what you want with the other pieces of the

can’t tell

you

which was doing so in his

“I assure you…”

going to set loose whatever is hidden inside? I felt that darkness within it, the same darkness I see in

“How dare you–”

You obviously need my help, and

archeologist to get close

you!” I raged, taking several steps

but he squared his shoulders as

murders people for a living! If I

“I know!”

you accusing me of being

no f*****g idea

closing the distance between us. I backed up,

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 you worked for him. I meant to give you to Aeris as part of the bounty, but