Page 146 of I’m The Worst

“He’s your fiancé, AJ.”

I genuinely think I stop hearing for a second. “What?”

“The arrangement has been in progress for months. You and David will marry in the spring.”

The words slam into me so hard, my chair scrapes against the floor as I stand.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Autumn Jane. Watch your tone.”

“You can’t just decide that⁠—”

“Yes, I can.” His expression hardens. “You’re a Commander’s daughter. You’ve always known this was a possibility. David comes from a strong family. Good bloodline. He’s an excellent match.”

I stare at him in complete disbelief…as something begins to click horribly into place. My head turns slowly toward Wolff. Dad follows my gaze.

“Thank you again, General. I knew I could trust you to bring her home safely so I could give her the life she deserves.”

The air leaves my lungs.

Wolff knew.

The realization hits like a gut punch. Wolff gives a single nod and starts toward the door. Like this conversation means absolutely fucking nothing to him. The second the office door closes behind him, something inside me snaps completely.

“AJ—” Dad starts.

I don’t even hear the rest. I shove through the office doors with enough force that they slam against the concrete walls outside.

“You knew?!”

My voice cracks down the corridor. Several guards look over instantly. Wolff stops near the end of the hall and turns toward me slowly. I storm toward him through the blur of tears burning my vision.

“You fucking knew he arranged my marriage?”

His face doesn’t change.

“Answer me!”

“Yes.”

I stare up at him, shaking, my heart pounding. I can barely breathe.

All I can see is the last night on the ship. His hands on me. His mouth against mine. The way he held me through the storm. The way he looked at me like I mattered.

But he knew the entire fucking time.

“Why? How could you not tell me? How could you⁠—”

“I was following orders.” His voice is cold, almost dismissive.

Rage explodes through my veins. “I don’t give a fuck about orders. I thought you—” I stop myself just before the words come out. Before I humiliate myself any more. “What about fucking me? Was that following orders, too?”

“It didn’t mean anything.”

“You’re lying. You wouldn’t have touched me like that if⁠—”

“You’re a Servant. Fucking is all you’re good for.”