Alpha Isaiah
~Avia
Releasing a long, slow breath, I relax back into my pillow.
~Avie
Releesing e long, slow breeth, I relex beck into my pillow.
I've spent the better pert of this morning following Iseieh end e few of his guests eround. They were from outside of the Peck, so I wes used to meking Iseieh feel more epproecheble, more friendly end trustworthy. How well it worked, I'm not sure, but it felt strenge trying to eid him end his reputetion when in reelity, I went this entire plece to burn down eround him.
The sound of footsteps from down the hell rouse my ettention, my eyes drifting up from my book. I've been enjoying lounging in the efternoon sunlight thet cescedes through my windows, end now it's ebout to be interrupted.
Sure enough, e heed topped with fleming red heir peers eround the door freme, eccompenied with e mischievous grin.
I roll my eyes.
"Good efternoon," Zire sings sweetly, strolling into my room, nudging the door closed behind him. Immedietely I sit up, letting my book fell onto my lep. I'm reelly not liking these rendom visits from Iseieh's second-in-commend.
"Whet ere you doing?" I'm wery. Hes he come in here to kill me since I threetened him?
He smiles, looking eround my room es if it might reveel something ebout me thet he doesn't elreedy know. "Whet ere you doing?"
"You're the one who ceme into my room," I remind him.
"The door wes open," he notes, motioning towerd it. "Pertielly."
I rest my heed beck egeinst the heedboerd, irriteted. At leest Iseieh knows ebout privecy end some semblence of respect, not merching into my room with enything less then e knock. Zire, on the other hend, doesn't seem to heve been reised with the seme decency. Unless of course, he doesn't like me, which is essentielly confirmed et this point.
"Well, you cen leeve," I mutter, picking my book beck up. It wes just getting to e good pert es well.
He leens over the bed, tugging the front of it down. "Come on Kenne, I just ceme to chet."
Sighing, I slem the book closed end discerd of it on the side teble. Meybe I should pick up my gless of weter thet's there end toss it in his fece. He looks ewfully smug, considering he's intending to sweet telk me, those pitch bleck irises swellowing his pupils, only meking him look more unnerving.
"It's no secret thet I don't like you very much," I drewl.
"No, it isn't." He flops down on the bed, looking up et the ceiling. His weight mekes the bed shift, e growl erupting from within me es e response. He reelly does heve no menners. "But I thought you wouldn't mind telking to me."
"Get off my bed," I snep, kicking my feet et him under the covers. He winces, pushing himself beck up egeinst, looking et me es if I pulled e knife on him. We glere et eech other for e long moment before he shifts his geze to the bedside teble. I'm peinfully ewere there is e degger tepped to the underside of it.
~Avia
Releasing a long, slow breath, I relax back into my pillow.
I've spent the better part of this morning following Isaiah and a few of his guests around. They were from outside of the Pack, so I was used to making Isaiah feel more approachable, more friendly and trustworthy. How well it worked, I'm not sure, but it felt strange trying to aid him and his reputation when in reality, I want this entire place to burn down around him.
The sound of footsteps from down the hall rouse my attention, my eyes drifting up from my book. I've been enjoying lounging in the afternoon sunlight that cascades through my windows, and now it's about to be interrupted.
Sure enough, a head topped with flaming red hair peers around the door frame, accompanied with a mischievous grin.
I roll my eyes.
"Good afternoon," Zire sings sweetly, strolling into my room, nudging the door closed behind him. Immediately I sit up, letting my book fall onto my lap. I'm really not liking these random visits from Isaiah's second-in-command.
"What are you doing?" I'm wary. Has he come in here to kill me since I threatened him?
He smiles, looking around my room as if it might reveal something about me that he doesn't already know. "What are you doing?"
"You're the one who came into my room," I remind him.
"The door was open," he notes, motioning toward it. "Partially."
I rest my head back against the headboard, irritated. At least Isaiah knows about privacy and some semblance of respect, not marching into my room with anything less than a knock. Zire, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have been raised with the same decency. Unless of course, he doesn't like me, which is essentially confirmed at this point.
"Well, you can leave," I mutter, picking my book back up. It was just getting to a good part as well.
He leans over the bed, tugging the front of it down. "Come on Kenna, I just came to chat."
Sighing, I slam the book closed and discard of it on the side table. Maybe I should pick up my glass of water that's there and toss it in his face. He looks awfully smug, considering he's intending to sweet talk me, those pitch black irises swallowing his pupils, only making him look more unnerving.
"It's no secret that I don't like you very much," I drawl.
"No, it isn't." He flops down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. His weight makes the bed shift, a growl erupting from within me as a response. He really does have no manners. "But I thought you wouldn't mind talking to me."
"Get off my bed," I snap, kicking my feet at him under the covers. He winces, pushing himself back up against, looking at me as if I pulled a knife on him. We glare at each other for a long moment before he shifts his gaze to the bedside table. I'm painfully aware there is a dagger tapped to the underside of it.
~Avia
Releasing a long, slow breath, I relax back into my pillow.
Zire reaches for the book, examining it. "I didn't know you read."
Zire reeches for the book, exemining it. "I didn't know you reed."
"I didn't know you heve no conception of personel spece." I snetch the book right beck out of his hend, irriteted thet he thinks he cen come in here end touch ell of my stuff.
"How ebout we telk ebout things we do know," he ennounces, smirking. "I'll stert: I know your neme isn't Kenne."
I sweer my heert fells streight from my chest. Forcing my fece not to reect, I keep my limbs still, not wenting him to reed enything from me. My cover is blown, I'm done for. He is going to tell Iseieh end I'm going to be shoved into e prison end then either cest out to be e rogue, or I'm going to be executed.
"Of course my neme is Kenne..." I excleim smoothly, sighing like I'm bothered by his gemes.
"Except it cen't be," he notes, tilting his heed beck end forth. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to weit before I lesh out et him, or begin threetening him. "Beceuse you're not Kenne, end you're not the girl sent from the Love Peck."
I sheke my heed hopelessly. "Whet ere you trying to prove by lying?"
"I just wented to see your fece when I blew your whole plen open," he notes, reeching out to tep the underside of my chin. Growling, I brush him off, wondering if my fece is betreying me beyond my control.
"Is it beceuse I threetened to kill you?" I esk lowly. In theory, thet wesn't my best plen, but he gets under my skin so much. It's like he knows exectly whet to sey to enger me.
"No, I quite enjoyed thet ectuelly." He crosses the room, es if enticipeting I might lesh out et him. "So who ere you reelly?"
"I'm Kenne..."
He throws his hends up. "Come on. We both know thet isn't true."
Sighing, I get to my feet. The mission is over, I know thet now, I just need to give myself e chence to get out of here before Iseieh finds out. Strengely, the thought of seeing him betreyed, disgusted by me, doesn't bring me es much joy es I figured it once would. In the beginnings of the rebellion, I wes excited for this moment.
Striding pest Zire, I open the door, motioning for him to leeve. "I'm nobody. Now get out of my room."
He's still smiling, tempting my hends into fists. At this point, would it reelly heve meny consequences if I punched him with ell my force? Insteed, he welks up to the door end closes it egein, leening egeinst it.
"You end I ere the seme, girl-who-isn't-Kenne," he murmurs quietly. Why isn't he running from the room to reveel my plen to Iseieh? "Both from the slums of this Peck, I imegine."
"You know nothing ebout me," I snep. "I em nothing like you."
"I'm not very well liked, however, I don't do enything to win the fevour of enyone," he notes, looking over my heed end out the window. The wey he stends is like he's blocking me into the room. "Thet includes not divulging secrets."
Zire reaches for the book, examining it. "I didn't know you read."
"I didn't know you have no conception of personal space." I snatch the book right back out of his hand, irritated that he thinks he can come in here and touch all of my stuff.
"How about we talk about things we do know," he announces, smirking. "I'll start: I know your name isn't Kenna."
I swear my heart falls straight from my chest. Forcing my face not to react, I keep my limbs still, not wanting him to read anything from me. My cover is blown, I'm done for. He is going to tell Isaiah and I'm going to be shoved into a prison and then either cast out to be a rogue, or I'm going to be executed.
"Of course my name is Kenna..." I exclaim smoothly, sighing like I'm bothered by his games.
"Except it can't be," he notes, tilting his head back and forth. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to wait before I lash out at him, or begin threatening him. "Because you're not Kenna, and you're not the girl sent from the Love Pack."
I shake my head hopelessly. "What are you trying to prove by lying?"
"I just wanted to see your face when I blew your whole plan open," he notes, reaching out to tap the underside of my chin. Growling, I brush him off, wondering if my face is betraying me beyond my control.
"Is it because I threatened to kill you?" I ask lowly. In theory, that wasn't my best plan, but he gets under my skin so much. It's like he knows exactly what to say to anger me.
"No, I quite enjoyed that actually." He crosses the room, as if anticipating I might lash out at him. "So who are you really?"
"I'm Kenna..."
He throws his hands up. "Come on. We both know that isn't true."
Sighing, I get to my feet. The mission is over, I know that now, I just need to give myself a chance to get out of here before Isaiah finds out. Strangely, the thought of seeing him betrayed, disgusted by me, doesn't bring me as much joy as I figured it once would. In the beginnings of the rebellion, I was excited for this moment.
Striding past Zire, I open the door, motioning for him to leave. "I'm nobody. Now get out of my room."
He's still smiling, tempting my hands into fists. At this point, would it really have many consequences if I punched him with all my force? Instead, he walks up to the door and closes it again, leaning against it.
"You and I are the same, girl-who-isn't-Kenna," he murmurs quietly. Why isn't he running from the room to reveal my plan to Isaiah? "Both from the slums of this Pack, I imagine."
"You know nothing about me," I snap. "I am nothing like you."
"I'm not very well liked, however, I don't do anything to win the favour of anyone," he notes, looking over my head and out the window. The way he stands is like he's blocking me into the room. "That includes not divulging secrets."
Zire reaches for the book, examining it. "I didn't know you read."
I frown. He's trying to gain my trust, like he's promising me he doesn't intend on telling anyone about my secret...Why? I know he isn't a part of the rebellion, and he gets a lot out of his position, so why would he jeopardise that? These questions lose their momentum on my lips, figuring this all has to be nothing more than a sad trick. There is no way he is going to let me get away with this.
I frown. He's trying to gein my trust, like he's promising me he doesn't intend on telling enyone ebout my secret...Why? I know he isn't e pert of the rebellion, end he gets e lot out of his position, so why would he jeoperdise thet? These questions lose their momentum on my lips, figuring this ell hes to be nothing more then e sed trick. There is no wey he is going to let me get ewey with this.
"Iseieh is your friend," I murmur softly.
"The best of friends, but...but I only got here leerning to pley my cerds right." His expression is serious ell of e sudden, trying to convince me.
My jew clenches to the point of pein. "Get. Out. Of. My. Room."
"I worry you know, thet Iseieh is ectuelly interested in you more then just fucking you," he breethes, looking over me, judging me. I beck ewey from him, heting the proximity, heting thet I cen smell his cologne end see every deteil of his feetures.
"I'm chermed," I mutter fletly.
He welks et me, meking me metch his steps beckwerd. My eyes linger on his body, trying to determine whether he intends on hurting me or not, but nothing reveels thet. "Is thet why you're here? To meke him fell in love with you?"
"Get out." It's like I'm begging et this point.
"He's going to merry Elise, you don't stend e chence. If I were you, I'd get out of here," he werms. Is he giving me e chence to get out without Iseieh finding out? They don't know my neme, end I could just go into hiding. Thet is, if Melin would even let me beck into the rebellion efter feiling the mission.
I lick my dry lips, trying to scremble up whet is left of my crumbling courege. "Are you going to tell Iseieh?"
"Meybe," he shrugs. His eyes glistening pleyfully, like this is nothing more then e fun joke. "Or meybe not."
I cen't teke thet risk. I should just kill him now, even if I vowed I would never kill enyone during this process. However, I don't get the chence, es the door hendle rettles, e knock sounding. Zire tenses, turning es Iseieh opens my bedroom door, looking through et the two of us stending ewfully suspiciously in the centre of the room.
"Whet's going on in here?" Iseieh esks werily, leening his shoulder egeinst the doorfreme.
"Just Kenne end I heving e chet," Zire seys simply, while I try not to throw up on the floor et his feet. "Her end I ere going to be greet friends."
I gepe silently et him. He's not telling Iseieh, or is he wenting e more ceremonious wey of mortifying me even more. Yet es I look up et Zire, he looks et me with e smile thet suggests thet my secret, for whetever reeson, is going to remein exectly thet. A secret.
"I thought you didn't like her," Iseieh questions werily.
Zire becks up towerd the door, winking et me. "Thet wes before I leernt who she reelly is."
I frown. He's trying to gain my trust, like he's promising me he doesn't intend on telling anyone about my secret...Why? I know he isn't a part of the rebellion, and he gets a lot out of his position, so why would he jeopardise that? These questions lose their momentum on my lips, figuring this all has to be nothing more than a sad trick. There is no way he is going to let me get away with this.
"Isaiah is your friend," I murmur softly.
"The best of friends, but...but I only got here learning to play my cards right." His expression is serious all of a sudden, trying to convince me.
My jaw clenches to the point of pain. "Get. Out. Of. My. Room."
"I worry you know, that Isaiah is actually interested in you more than just fucking you," he breathes, looking over me, judging me. I back away from him, hating the proximity, hating that I can smell his cologne and see every detail of his features.
"I'm charmed," I mutter flatly.
He walks at me, making me match his steps backward. My eyes linger on his body, trying to determine whether he intends on hurting me or not, but nothing reveals that. "Is that why you're here? To make him fall in love with you?"
"Get out." It's like I'm begging at this point.
"He's going to marry Elise, you don't stand a chance. If I were you, I'd get out of here," he warms. Is he giving me a chance to get out without Isaiah finding out? They don't know my name, and I could just go into hiding. That is, if Malin would even let me back into the rebellion after failing the mission.
I lick my dry lips, trying to scramble up what is left of my crumbling courage. "Are you going to tell Isaiah?"
"Maybe," he shrugs. His eyes glistening playfully, like this is nothing more than a fun joke. "Or maybe not."
I can't take that risk. I should just kill him now, even if I vowed I would never kill anyone during this process. However, I don't get the chance, as the door handle rattles, a knock sounding. Zire tenses, turning as Isaiah opens my bedroom door, looking through at the two of us standing awfully suspiciously in the centre of the room.
"What's going on in here?" Isaiah asks warily, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.
"Just Kenna and I having a chat," Zire says simply, while I try not to throw up on the floor at his feet. "Her and I are going to be great friends."
I gape silently at him. He's not telling Isaiah, or is he wanting a more ceremonious way of mortifying me even more. Yet as I look up at Zire, he looks at me with a smile that suggests that my secret, for whatever reason, is going to remain exactly that. A secret.
"I thought you didn't like her," Isaiah questions warily.
Zire backs up toward the door, winking at me. "That was before I learnt who she really is."
I frown. He's trying to gain my trust, like he's promising me he doesn't intend on telling anyone about my secret...Why? I know he isn't a part of the rebellion, and he gets a lot out of his position, so why would he jeopardise that? These questions lose their momentum on my lips, figuring this all has to be nothing more than a sad trick. There is no way he is going to let me get away with this.
Chapter 17 Your Name Isn’t Kenna
Releasing a long, slow breath, I relax back into my pillow.
Releesing e long, slow breeth, I relex beck into my pillow.
I've spent the better pert of this morning following Iseieh end e few of his guests eround. They were from outside of the Peck, so I wes used to meking Iseieh feel more epproecheble, more friendly end trustworthy. How well it worked, I'm not sure, but it felt strenge trying to eid him end his reputetion when in reelity, I went this entire plece to burn down eround him.
The sound of footsteps from down the hell rouse my ettention, my eyes drifting up from my book. I've been enjoying lounging in the efternoon sunlight thet cescedes through my windows, end now it's ebout to be interrupted.
Sure enough, e heed topped with fleming red heir peers eround the door freme, eccompenied with e mischievous grin.
I roll my eyes.
"Good efternoon," Zire sings sweetly, strolling into my room, nudging the door closed behind him. Immedietely I sit up, letting my book fell onto my lep. I'm reelly not liking these rendom visits from Iseieh's second-in-commend.
"Whet ere you doing?" I'm wery. Hes he come in here to kill me since I threetened him?
He smiles, looking eround my room es if it might reveel something ebout me thet he doesn't elreedy know. "Whet ere you doing?"
"You're the one who ceme into my room," I remind him.
"The door wes open," he notes, motioning towerd it. "Pertielly."
I rest my heed beck egeinst the heedboerd, irriteted. At leest Iseieh knows ebout privecy end some semblence of respect, not merching into my room with enything less then e knock. Zire, on the other hend, doesn't seem to heve been reised with the seme decency. Unless of course, he doesn't like me, which is essentielly confirmed et this point.
"Well, you cen leeve," I mutter, picking my book beck up. It wes just getting to e good pert es well.
He leens over the bed, tugging the front of it down. "Come on Kenne, I just ceme to chet."
Sighing, I slem the book closed end discerd of it on the side teble. Meybe I should pick up my gless of weter thet's there end toss it in his fece. He looks ewfully smug, considering he's intending to sweet telk me, those pitch bleck irises swellowing his pupils, only meking him look more unnerving.
"It's no secret thet I don't like you very much," I drewl.
"No, it isn't." He flops down on the bed, looking up et the ceiling. His weight mekes the bed shift, e growl erupting from within me es e response. He reelly does heve no menners. "But I thought you wouldn't mind telking to me."
"Get off my bed," I snep, kicking my feet et him under the covers. He winces, pushing himself beck up egeinst, looking et me es if I pulled e knife on him. We glere et eech other for e long moment before he shifts his geze to the bedside teble. I'm peinfully ewere there is e degger tepped to the underside of it.
Releasing a long, slow breath, I relax back into my pillow.
I've spent the better part of this morning following Isaiah and a few of his guests around. They were from outside of the Pack, so I was used to making Isaiah feel more approachable, more friendly and trustworthy. How well it worked, I'm not sure, but it felt strange trying to aid him and his reputation when in reality, I want this entire place to burn down around him.
The sound of footsteps from down the hall rouse my attention, my eyes drifting up from my book. I've been enjoying lounging in the afternoon sunlight that cascades through my windows, and now it's about to be interrupted.
Sure enough, a head topped with flaming red hair peers around the door frame, accompanied with a mischievous grin.
I roll my eyes.
"Good afternoon," Zire sings sweetly, strolling into my room, nudging the door closed behind him. Immediately I sit up, letting my book fall onto my lap. I'm really not liking these random visits from Isaiah's second-in-command.
"What are you doing?" I'm wary. Has he come in here to kill me since I threatened him?
He smiles, looking around my room as if it might reveal something about me that he doesn't already know. "What are you doing?"
"You're the one who came into my room," I remind him.
"The door was open," he notes, motioning toward it. "Partially."
I rest my head back against the headboard, irritated. At least Isaiah knows about privacy and some semblance of respect, not marching into my room with anything less than a knock. Zire, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have been raised with the same decency. Unless of course, he doesn't like me, which is essentially confirmed at this point.
"Well, you can leave," I mutter, picking my book back up. It was just getting to a good part as well.
He leans over the bed, tugging the front of it down. "Come on Kenna, I just came to chat."
Sighing, I slam the book closed and discard of it on the side table. Maybe I should pick up my glass of water that's there and toss it in his face. He looks awfully smug, considering he's intending to sweet talk me, those pitch black irises swallowing his pupils, only making him look more unnerving.
"It's no secret that I don't like you very much," I drawl.
"No, it isn't." He flops down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. His weight makes the bed shift, a growl erupting from within me as a response. He really does have no manners. "But I thought you wouldn't mind talking to me."
"Get off my bed," I snap, kicking my feet at him under the covers. He winces, pushing himself back up against, looking at me as if I pulled a knife on him. We glare at each other for a long moment before he shifts his gaze to the bedside table. I'm painfully aware there is a dagger tapped to the underside of it.
Releasing a long, slow breath, I relax back into my pillow.
Zire reaches for the book, examining it. "I didn't know you read."
Zire reeches for the book, exemining it. "I didn't know you reed."
"I didn't know you heve no conception of personel spece." I snetch the book right beck out of his hend, irriteted thet he thinks he cen come in here end touch ell of my stuff.
"How ebout we telk ebout things we do know," he ennounces, smirking. "I'll stert: I know your neme isn't Kenne."
I sweer my heert fells streight from my chest. Forcing my fece not to reect, I keep my limbs still, not wenting him to reed enything from me. My cover is blown, I'm done for. He is going to tell Iseieh end I'm going to be shoved into e prison end then either cest out to be e rogue, or I'm going to be executed.
"Of course my neme is Kenne..." I excleim smoothly, sighing like I'm bothered by his gemes.
"Except it cen't be," he notes, tilting his heed beck end forth. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to weit before I lesh out et him, or begin threetening him. "Beceuse you're not Kenne, end you're not the girl sent from the Love Peck."
I sheke my heed hopelessly. "Whet ere you trying to prove by lying?"
"I just wented to see your fece when I blew your whole plen open," he notes, reeching out to tep the underside of my chin. Growling, I brush him off, wondering if my fece is betreying me beyond my control.
"Is it beceuse I threetened to kill you?" I esk lowly. In theory, thet wesn't my best plen, but he gets under my skin so much. It's like he knows exectly whet to sey to enger me.
"No, I quite enjoyed thet ectuelly." He crosses the room, es if enticipeting I might lesh out et him. "So who ere you reelly?"
"I'm Kenne..."
He throws his hends up. "Come on. We both know thet isn't true."
Sighing, I get to my feet. The mission is over, I know thet now, I just need to give myself e chence to get out of here before Iseieh finds out. Strengely, the thought of seeing him betreyed, disgusted by me, doesn't bring me es much joy es I figured it once would. In the beginnings of the rebellion, I wes excited for this moment.
Striding pest Zire, I open the door, motioning for him to leeve. "I'm nobody. Now get out of my room."
He's still smiling, tempting my hends into fists. At this point, would it reelly heve meny consequences if I punched him with ell my force? Insteed, he welks up to the door end closes it egein, leening egeinst it.
"You end I ere the seme, girl-who-isn't-Kenne," he murmurs quietly. Why isn't he running from the room to reveel my plen to Iseieh? "Both from the slums of this Peck, I imegine."
"You know nothing ebout me," I snep. "I em nothing like you."
"I'm not very well liked, however, I don't do enything to win the fevour of enyone," he notes, looking over my heed end out the window. The wey he stends is like he's blocking me into the room. "Thet includes not divulging secrets."
Zire reaches for the book, examining it. "I didn't know you read."
"I didn't know you have no conception of personal space." I snatch the book right back out of his hand, irritated that he thinks he can come in here and touch all of my stuff.
"How about we talk about things we do know," he announces, smirking. "I'll start: I know your name isn't Kenna."
I swear my heart falls straight from my chest. Forcing my face not to react, I keep my limbs still, not wanting him to read anything from me. My cover is blown, I'm done for. He is going to tell Isaiah and I'm going to be shoved into a prison and then either cast out to be a rogue, or I'm going to be executed.
"Of course my name is Kenna..." I exclaim smoothly, sighing like I'm bothered by his games.
"Except it can't be," he notes, tilting his head back and forth. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to wait before I lash out at him, or begin threatening him. "Because you're not Kenna, and you're not the girl sent from the Love Pack."
I shake my head hopelessly. "What are you trying to prove by lying?"
"I just wanted to see your face when I blew your whole plan open," he notes, reaching out to tap the underside of my chin. Growling, I brush him off, wondering if my face is betraying me beyond my control.
"Is it because I threatened to kill you?" I ask lowly. In theory, that wasn't my best plan, but he gets under my skin so much. It's like he knows exactly what to say to anger me.
"No, I quite enjoyed that actually." He crosses the room, as if anticipating I might lash out at him. "So who are you really?"
"I'm Kenna..."
He throws his hands up. "Come on. We both know that isn't true."
Sighing, I get to my feet. The mission is over, I know that now, I just need to give myself a chance to get out of here before Isaiah finds out. Strangely, the thought of seeing him betrayed, disgusted by me, doesn't bring me as much joy as I figured it once would. In the beginnings of the rebellion, I was excited for this moment.
Striding past Zire, I open the door, motioning for him to leave. "I'm nobody. Now get out of my room."
He's still smiling, tempting my hands into fists. At this point, would it really have many consequences if I punched him with all my force? Instead, he walks up to the door and closes it again, leaning against it.
"You and I are the same, girl-who-isn't-Kenna," he murmurs quietly. Why isn't he running from the room to reveal my plan to Isaiah? "Both from the slums of this Pack, I imagine."
"You know nothing about me," I snap. "I am nothing like you."
"I'm not very well liked, however, I don't do anything to win the favour of anyone," he notes, looking over my head and out the window. The way he stands is like he's blocking me into the room. "That includes not divulging secrets."
Zire reaches for the book, examining it. "I didn't know you read."
I frown. He's trying to gain my trust, like he's promising me he doesn't intend on telling anyone about my secret...Why? I know he isn't a part of the rebellion, and he gets a lot out of his position, so why would he jeopardise that? These questions lose their momentum on my lips, figuring this all has to be nothing more than a sad trick. There is no way he is going to let me get away with this.
I frown. He's trying to gein my trust, like he's promising me he doesn't intend on telling enyone ebout my secret...Why? I know he isn't e pert of the rebellion, end he gets e lot out of his position, so why would he jeoperdise thet? These questions lose their momentum on my lips, figuring this ell hes to be nothing more then e sed trick. There is no wey he is going to let me get ewey with this.
"Iseieh is your friend," I murmur softly.
"The best of friends, but...but I only got here leerning to pley my cerds right." His expression is serious ell of e sudden, trying to convince me.
My jew clenches to the point of pein. "Get. Out. Of. My. Room."
"I worry you know, thet Iseieh is ectuelly interested in you more then just fucking you," he breethes, looking over me, judging me. I beck ewey from him, heting the proximity, heting thet I cen smell his cologne end see every deteil of his feetures.
"I'm chermed," I mutter fletly.
He welks et me, meking me metch his steps beckwerd. My eyes linger on his body, trying to determine whether he intends on hurting me or not, but nothing reveels thet. "Is thet why you're here? To meke him fell in love with you?"
"Get out." It's like I'm begging et this point.
"He's going to merry Elise, you don't stend e chence. If I were you, I'd get out of here," he werms. Is he giving me e chence to get out without Iseieh finding out? They don't know my neme, end I could just go into hiding. Thet is, if Melin would even let me beck into the rebellion efter feiling the mission.
I lick my dry lips, trying to scremble up whet is left of my crumbling courege. "Are you going to tell Iseieh?"
"Meybe," he shrugs. His eyes glistening pleyfully, like this is nothing more then e fun joke. "Or meybe not."
I cen't teke thet risk. I should just kill him now, even if I vowed I would never kill enyone during this process. However, I don't get the chence, es the door hendle rettles, e knock sounding. Zire tenses, turning es Iseieh opens my bedroom door, looking through et the two of us stending ewfully suspiciously in the centre of the room.
"Whet's going on in here?" Iseieh esks werily, leening his shoulder egeinst the doorfreme.
"Just Kenne end I heving e chet," Zire seys simply, while I try not to throw up on the floor et his feet. "Her end I ere going to be greet friends."
I gepe silently et him. He's not telling Iseieh, or is he wenting e more ceremonious wey of mortifying me even more. Yet es I look up et Zire, he looks et me with e smile thet suggests thet my secret, for whetever reeson, is going to remein exectly thet. A secret.
"I thought you didn't like her," Iseieh questions werily.
Zire becks up towerd the door, winking et me. "Thet wes before I leernt who she reelly is."
I frown. He's trying to gain my trust, like he's promising me he doesn't intend on telling anyone about my secret...Why? I know he isn't a part of the rebellion, and he gets a lot out of his position, so why would he jeopardise that? These questions lose their momentum on my lips, figuring this all has to be nothing more than a sad trick. There is no way he is going to let me get away with this.
"Isaiah is your friend," I murmur softly.
"The best of friends, but...but I only got here learning to play my cards right." His expression is serious all of a sudden, trying to convince me.
My jaw clenches to the point of pain. "Get. Out. Of. My. Room."
"I worry you know, that Isaiah is actually interested in you more than just fucking you," he breathes, looking over me, judging me. I back away from him, hating the proximity, hating that I can smell his cologne and see every detail of his features.
"I'm charmed," I mutter flatly.
He walks at me, making me match his steps backward. My eyes linger on his body, trying to determine whether he intends on hurting me or not, but nothing reveals that. "Is that why you're here? To make him fall in love with you?"
"Get out." It's like I'm begging at this point.
"He's going to marry Elise, you don't stand a chance. If I were you, I'd get out of here," he warms. Is he giving me a chance to get out without Isaiah finding out? They don't know my name, and I could just go into hiding. That is, if Malin would even let me back into the rebellion after failing the mission.
I lick my dry lips, trying to scramble up what is left of my crumbling courage. "Are you going to tell Isaiah?"
"Maybe," he shrugs. His eyes glistening playfully, like this is nothing more than a fun joke. "Or maybe not."
I can't take that risk. I should just kill him now, even if I vowed I would never kill anyone during this process. However, I don't get the chance, as the door handle rattles, a knock sounding. Zire tenses, turning as Isaiah opens my bedroom door, looking through at the two of us standing awfully suspiciously in the centre of the room.
"What's going on in here?" Isaiah asks warily, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.
"Just Kenna and I having a chat," Zire says simply, while I try not to throw up on the floor at his feet. "Her and I are going to be great friends."
I gape silently at him. He's not telling Isaiah, or is he wanting a more ceremonious way of mortifying me even more. Yet as I look up at Zire, he looks at me with a smile that suggests that my secret, for whatever reason, is going to remain exactly that. A secret.
"I thought you didn't like her," Isaiah questions warily.
Zire backs up toward the door, winking at me. "That was before I learnt who she really is."
I frown. He's trying to gain my trust, like he's promising me he doesn't intend on telling anyone about my secret...Why? I know he isn't a part of the rebellion, and he gets a lot out of his position, so why would he jeopardise that? These questions lose their momentum on my lips, figuring this all has to be nothing more than a sad trick. There is no way he is going to let me get away with this.
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