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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.

want to talk about the Cryptex. The thought of

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

to talk about

questions but not answer any of my questions about why you have it

tone of his voice had

in the laundry,” I

“I’m serious,

Quit asking me questions if you’re going to be

belonging to Aeris.” He closed his book and rose from the couch, his eyes darkening on mine as he drained

you need me to

You were bought using funds his

body trembling with a mix of fear

no one,” I said as steadily as possible.

you working for him?”

furrowed my brow.

you working for

“I don’t know Aeris–”

auction?” he seethed. “I saw you, up

“What?” I snapped.

“Are you a spy?”

were a test, weren’t

“Are you?”

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

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

not here to take anything

end up

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

but I felt incredibly exposed. Should I tell him the truth?

that I’m not going to

not what I’m asking,” I replied, meeting his eyes. “I need

tell you

I can’t tell you

doing so in his clothing. This was a game to him. I could play, too. “I can’t trust anyone with something

“I assure you…”

loose whatever is hidden inside? I felt that darkness within it, the same darkness I see in your eyes everytime I look at you! What

“How dare you–”

need my help, and

not just some w***e masquerading as a f*****g archeologist to get close

raged, taking

but he squared his shoulders as I

man who murders people for a living! If I wanted the Cryptex, I would’ve

“I know!”

accusing me of being something

f*****g idea who you

a step toward me, closing the distance between us. I backed up, the

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