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“I’m not sure. But I’m not dating a guy you’ve picked out for me. I’ve found someone special, and it’s not Tavish.”
“Who?” she said with a humph.
“His name is Callen. He’s very handsome. And abusiness owner. Super strong. He’s definitely my Mr. Darcy. He has far too much pride, and I’ve had too much prejudice. But we’re working on things.”
She twittered with delight.
Servants entered, one after the other, each carting valuables. From plush pillows and soft blankets to covered dishes. Oh, yeah. Callen was hot for me.
“Tell me everything,” Mom demanded.
We chatted about Callen’s better qualities as I ate a crusty cheese sandwich. I didn’tmention the immortal berserker thing, soul switching or the fact that he currently had two wives, and I was stuck in his prison.
After our call ended, I heaved a sigh and plopped onto a bed, already missing her. Servants arrived, bearing clothing, toiletries, and furnishings. No one glanced my way as they arranged the room. I watched at ease.
They divided the space into a bedroom, a sitting area, and a kitchenette. They even unlocked a door to a private bathroom.
My phone vibrated, and I glanced down. A message from a fellow teacher, asking if I was okay. I checked my other messages, curious to learn what Tavish and Isobel/Sorcha had discussed. As I read, I stiffened.
There was a staged exchange between them, all to make me look like a woman in love with the wolf, willing to do anything he desired.
She’d told my boss, “I quit.” He’d accepted my resignation after sending a bunch of unanswered emails asking if I needed time, help or a second chance.
She’d even catfished multiple guys in my address book, making me look like an unstable woman desperate for affection. My ex, August, requested nudes, and she’dpromised to send. Not that she’d delivered. Still. The utter embarrassment of it all.
Sorcha and Tavish had done their best to stack the evidence against me. A sure way to garner my death even if their main objective failed. But they’d made a grave mistake, underestimating my husband’s need for me. But I wouldn’t do the same. Not anymore.
Callen would be back, and I could hardly wait.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
No Freak Outs: Keeping Your Cool During Berserker Bedlam
Hint: Buy Chocolate
FromA Beginner’s Guide to Berserker Bliss
Author Unknown
Hinges squeaked, and I cast my gaze to the door. I tried not to smile.Knew he’d return.I was ready for him.
Throwing my legs over the mattress, I sat up just as Callen entered the room. Only a few hours had passed since he’d left. Enough time for me to style the space to my liking and forge a plan.
He’d changed into a button down and slacks. I wore the clotheshe’d provided for me. A too big T-shirt and sweatpants. Not glamorous, but cozy and very me.
In one hand, he held a stack of books. His gaze remained locked on me as he strolled overand set those books on my brand-new coffee table. Strain etched every inch of him. “Study these.”
Yes, please, and thank you. Because knowledge. But show him mercy? No. “Do any of them tell me how to get rid of your mark?” I asked with my sassiest tone.
A beat of silence stretched before he grated, “It isn’t my mark. I made a mistake. You and Tavish did something. A trick.” His gaze pursued me, his irises heating, making me wonder…
I batted my lashes. “Is the mark getting brighter?”
Callen scowled and motioned to the books. “Until it wears off, you’ll learn the proper way to interact with a sentinel king. It might save your life.IfI decide to keep you locked away so that you cannot share our secrets with the world.”
I snorted, stealthily reaching for the length of chain I’d hidden under my pillow. What had he called it? Rasensteel? Whatever the name, he shouldn’t have left it behind.
