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Page 14 of A Dark Prophecy's Heir

Should I just go back? Wait outside the door for her to return?

I’m just about to when I remember Kingsley taking me to the kitchen to get a drink. It’s worth it to check.

This place is so fucking big, I get turned around searching for the kitchen, but eventually, I see the swinging door. I stride to it, fully prepared to merely swing it open long enough to make sure that the woman isn’t in there, but when I push into the kitchen, letting the door swish behind me, I catch sight of the back of her head and freeze.

The door slaps me in the ass, and I jolt forward

The woman turns to me, giving me only a cursory glance over her shoulder before turning back around and leaning against the kitchen island.

I walk to the fridge and open it, sticking my head inside while slyly looking over at her. She stares off, a can of soda pressed against her crossed arms as she lazily holds it.

I lower my eyes to her exposed thighs to be certain I saw what I saw.

“It isn’t polite to stare.”

I jump and smack the back of my head on the open fridge door.

She takes a sip of her drink but doesn’t look otherwise affected. I wouldn’t have known she noticed me if she hadn’t said something.

I grab a matching can of soda out of the fridge as if that was my intention all along and walk it to the kitchen island, resting it on the granite.

“Sorry,” I say because it feels right.

“What is it you want?” Again, her tone is flat. Uninterested. She doesn’t turn my way.

I think on it for a second. I don’t know what I was expecting … that maybe she would be hiding, cowering, searching for a savior? I should’ve learned by now. This place doesn’t always break you. Sometimes it makes you stronger.

And this woman looks strong.

She looksperfect.

Still, I need to be careful.

“I was just, uh…” I force a nervous laugh to fly past my lips. “I’m sorry, I was just curious. I know your master. He and I, um… He was at the manor the other night.”

I search for jealousy, hurt, betrayal, but all she does is take another sip of soda.

“YouareEli Colley’s slave, right?” My back slides along the counter as I move closer. “I mean, he’s taken?”

NowI get a reaction.

She turns to me with her steely eyes narrowed in a look reminiscent of the one Elsie gave me when I asked her if she was going to miss high school.Are you an idiot?

“Taken?”

I look away, waving my hand to dismiss the idea. “Sorry. Never mind.”

“We’re not in a relationship, if that’s what you’re asking. What are you, a manor whore?”

I bite one corner of my lips and move my gaze back to her. There’s so much bitterness in her expression it makes me wonder if I should be happy I found the right person for the job or ashamed for hoping there was such a person in this predicament.

“Yeah.”

“What’s your name?”

“Hope,” I say, the lie easily slipping from my tongue.

“I’m going to give you some advice, Hope. You can take it or leave it.” She sets her soda on the island and turns her body to face me. “Stay thefuckaway from him. In fact, stay away from all of them.”


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