Chapter 9 Braxton
Braxton
She really thought she had me fooled with that fake disappointed look. Nope. I can smell her scheming all the way from the Siren Sea. There is no doubt in my mind that she is up to something, but unfortunately, I’m going to have to play along with her little ruse to fully figure out her plan.
If I were a betting man, which I’m not anymore, as that has clearly only gotten me into trouble in the past, I would say she’s trying to seduce me.
Well, maybe not seduce, but a man can dream. She is trying to trick me. Of that, I’m sure, and the best way to keep her from finding out the truth is to go along with her plan.
I walk back into my study, running my fingers through my hair.
I sink down into my office chair, my eyes fixated on the spot I had her pinned to my desk just the other day.
Just thinking about the defiance in her eyes as she yelled at me is enough to get me hard all over again.
I have to admit, I don’t hate that she’ll be getting close to me to try to find information, because that means I get to get closer to her in turn.
I wonder how far I’ll be able to push her. What I might convince her to do.
Regardless, the end goal is always the same. Keep her protected. Unfortunately, the only way to ensure her protection is by doing the one thing she hates the most—keeping her in the dark.
I run my hand over my jaw, feeling the slightest hints of stubble forming.
I can’t imagine how I look right now. No wonder it was so hard for her to even pretend to be interested in having me join her in the gardens.
I haven’t slept in my office in what feels like centuries, but yesterday I got news that was worth the sleepless night.
I learned something that might even be able to save Azalea after all this time.
The old bitch who I made this deal with in the first place, Dianthus, is checking up on me.
She says it’s for the countdown to the curse, but I know there has to be more.
She’s never visited me in the past, and now I’ve had two visits in a matter of days.
If I’m lucky, she’s dying. But I’m not a very lucky man as of late.
For once, time might actually be on my side here, and if I can draw out this fake courting plan with Azalea, it might give me more time to figure out how I can best the old crone that cursed me in the first place.
First things first, I need that bitch dead, and I need to do it before Azalea learns the truth.