Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Evelynne:
Kiss
Silence settled between us, and it was barely noticeable to me at first, cause my mind was far gone.
How do I get the files?
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I couldn’t trust anyone in his pack to get it for me. I couldn’t put my brother’s life in danger by making him get it for me.
There was no one at all in Crescent Moon Pack that I could trust… they were the same people that mocked me behind my back and absolutely none of them was my friend.
After going through a mental list of who I could reach out to, to help me, I simply concluded that there was no one at all and if I really was serious about bringing Desmond down, then I shoukr get the fikes at all cost.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, subconsciously tightening my fists around the files in my hands… what do I do? how do I get them?
Rhysand had no idea about the files, and I didn’t want to tell him about it. Despite the fact that we were working together, there were still a couple of things that are better kept to myself.
Rhysand cleared his throat, breaking my trail of thoughts and bringing my attention back to him, “If there’s something you know or something you’ve noticed with your tears of dating him, tell me. Anything you deem suspicious at all?”
My eyes met Rhysand, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he could read my thoughts. Without giving away my thoughts through my expression, I looked away from his eyes and down to the files as I shook my head.
“Nothing. I’ve never found anything suspicious enough,” I lied to him, hoping he believed my words.
He pondered over my words for a couple of seconds before finally nodding.
“I’ll get someone from inside to be able to get informations. Then we can start your motive of bringing him down by first crippling his influence.” Rhysand expkained in a clear tone, but my mind was far gone and his words sounded like a distant
murmur.
An indescribable feeling enveloped mysense all of a sudden when a sharp thought struck me. Rhysand was here with me thinking about ways to help me achieve my aim, while I on the other hand, had simply kept a valuable information from him, just because I couldn’t trust him.
Rogues have been attacking some small towns in his territory, ruining people’s lives and killing people, and despite the fact that I knew who was behind it all, I never mentioned it to him, mainly cause of my selfish interest. Yet, here he was, giving me all the information I needed.
“So that’s that.” He finally said a couple of minutes later, as he stood up from the couch, ready to leave.
He straightened the crease on his pants before he stood tall, sweeping his fingers through his hair, eventually disheveling it.
“I have some work to do,” he glanced down at his wrist watch, a frown taking over this expression.
Hearing that he had some work to do, I couldn’t help but frown at it, “Work?” here he was looking tired and close to collapsing, yet, he was talking about some other work.
Rhysand looked up at my question and the tone behind it, “Yes, work.”
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“But you just came back.” I pointed out, ignoring the blank look on his face as a rage of anger fueled me. Wasn’t he even thoughtful of his own health? or did he have plans to kill himself through work?
He frowned, “So?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be resting? you look like you’ve not taken a single nap for days now and there are huge dark circles under your eyes.” I soon realized that my emotions had taken the best out of me and that I was scolding him in a sharp tone as I saw his expression harden.
“I’ll eventually get a rest after getting the work done.” His simple and straight to the point words did nothing but fuel the rage inside me.
He wasn’t even considerate of his own health!
And why was I even getting angry on his behalf!
“Those dark eyes under your eyes will leave anyone worried about your sleep schedule. Are you even listening to me?” A frown marred my face a stared up at him.
There was silence for a while, and the all he did was furrow his brows at me.
“I am, but I can’t seem to find any reason why my sleep schedule should be a bother to you, or anyone.” He stared down at me, tone sharp and straight to the point, as usual.
I swallowed hard, “I know I shouldn’t have no business worrying about you or even your work or what you do but-”
Then stop fucking worrying about it!”
I frowned at him, “What?”
Rhysand’s rooted gaze kept me in place, “You just said you know you have no business with worrying about me.”
I nodded, “yes, I shouldn’t but…”
“Then don’t.” His words sliced through the air, and for a moment I was reminded about our conversation from days back.
Was he still bothered about it?
I cleared my throat and looked down at the files again, keeping my eyes away from the man towering over me.
It wasn’t like I cared about his well–being. Not really. But if he burned himself out before we could take down Desmond, what good would that do?
“I’ll rest when I’ve earned it,” he replied, voice even, as though this was just another routine exchange.
Of course, he wouldn’t let give in. His mind was as thick as mine, but that didn’t stop the flicker of something almost like worry from sparking inside me. I pushed it down.
Rhysand broke the silence again. “Don’t forget the event in a couple of days. The gala.”
I raised an eyebrow. “The gala? which one?” I rose a brow at him, and that was when I suddenly remembered the event he informed me we will be attending together this Friday, “Oh.”
“Yes, oh. We need to attend. Make sure you’re ready. A dress is being delivered tomorrow.”
“A dress? for what?” I couldn’t help but ask.
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“A dress for the event,” he said nonchalantly, like he haven’t already sent three boxes to me already which still lay unopened on the bed in my room..
“But you already got me a dress when we were in Boston. And another, before I came to Boston,” I tried reminding him if in case he had forgotten.
“I know,” he said nonchalantly, eyes never moving away from mine.
“Then…” I trailed off but he interrupted me.
“I had this particular dress arranged myself. You’ll like it.” His tone was so matter–of–fact, as if he didn’t expect any pushback.
“I don’t need another dress. I already have something to wear,” I immediately shook my head at his words, cause in all honesty, I can’t have him buying dresses for me constantly just cause he simply chose it this time.
“It’s been purchased already. And dresses aren’t to be returned after being purchased,” he said blankly, “So you have to wear it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “And what if I don’t?” Shaking my hand, I waved him off, “Thank you, but you can give it to someone else. I don’t need anymore dresses from you.”
He narrowed his intense dark eyes at me, “What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t need the dress. And if it can’t be returned, just do me a favor by giving someone else.” Standing up from the couch, I placed the file back into the sealed bag, turning my attention away from the brooding tall man across me.
“Do you think I went around personally getting the dress myself, just for it to be discarded to some other woman out there. Do I look like I have the time for that?” he frowned, taking offense to my words.
The tension in the room seemed to shift a little, and I avoided his gaze by all means. Rhysand shook his head, “The dress is for you, so you’ll wear it.”
I threw a frown at him, “I won’t.” He had no right to order me, just because he got the dress himself.
So what? how sure was I that this is his first time doing this for a woman?
As if he could read my thoughts, he responded, “This is the first time I ever got it myself.”
I stared unbelievably at him as soon a shis words were out. For a moment, I was about to give in, but the I shook my head, “Like I said, I don’t need any more dresses from you. I’m fairly capable of getting them myself.”
His eyes met mine, and we did nothing but stared deeply at each other for a while, his eyes wavered for a couple of seconds, staring down at my lips for the umpteenth time today, but then he looked up immediately, before he finally said:
“You’ll wear it.” His response was immediate and filled with finality.
He turned away, walking out of the living room and straight to the large entrance door.
“I won’t.”
Without looking back at me, he reached for the door, opened it, and stepped out, not even bothering to glance back at me,
but he left me with four sure words.
“You will wear it.”
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