He sighed. You make it all sound so evil, but it wasnt. They told me that if I gave them sapphires, theyd help me dethrone my brother in a nonlethal way. Mikko has been so unhappy since hes been King, and I was honestly doing this for him as much as I was for me.
And thats why my skin had the same pallor no matter how angry or frightened I might get. I was only half Kanin, so I had none of their traits or abilities.Hey, Bryn, Ember said brightly, and I wrapped my hands with boxing tape as I approached them. Howd your meeting go?
As Tilda rested the barbell back in its holder and sat up, her skin slowly shifted back to its normal color, and she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her arm. By the grave look in her eyes, I knew that Ember had filled her in about everything that had happened with Konstantin.She didnt ask about it, though. Wed been friends so long that she didnt really need to say anything. She just gave me a look—her charcoal-gray eyes warm and concerned as they rested heavily on me—and I returned her gaze evenly, trying to assure her with a pained smile that I was handling everything with Konstantin better than I actually was.Of course, Tilda probably knew I was holding back, but she accepted what I was willing to give and offered me a supportive smile. She would never press or pry, trusting me to come to her if I needed to.
I shrugged. Im here to blow off steam, if that answers your question.Ember asked with a smirk, That bad, huh?
The King hates me. I sighed and adjusted the tape on my hands as I walked over to the punching bag.
Im sure he doesnt hate you, Ember said.The second step was infiltrating his life, which was why I was wearing a ridiculous prep school uniform with a blue plaid skirt and a cardigan that felt too warm.
With a combination of bribery, charm, and a bit of Kanin skill, Id gotten as many classes with Linus as I could, and started bumping into him accidentally. Wed talk a little, Id bring up his interests, laugh at his jokes, and ingratiate myself to him.This would lead to step three. Once I had the targets trust, Id drop the bombshell on them about who they really were, and hope like hell that theyd believe me. Usually they already had inclinations that they were different, and if Id done my job right, everything would fall into place.
Then it was just a matter of getting them back home, preferably with trust fund in hand.Now there was this issue with the black sedan, bogging things down right at the beginning of the second step, and I had to figure out what to do.