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“Good.”

I let a beat pass.Did he just say good?

I did.

“Stop doing that,” I told him, folding my hands in my lap.

“Stop thinking so loudly then, princess.” He chuckled. “So… did you like Spade?”

“How did you—Were you listening in the whole time?” I should have known the sense of independence and privacy I felt was fake. Annoyance set in instantly.

“Just a little here and there, when your emotions spiked. I wasn’t listening in. Every moment you got so excited your chest was tight or your heart raced, all I could hear were your inner thoughts.” He continued to stare at the road. “Maybe you should learn to control your emotions if you don’t want to be heard.”

“Maybe you should learn to control your rudeness and eavesdropping,” I muttered, earning me a chuckle from him.

“You’re one to talk, princess. Who landed on their ass after eavesdropping on me and my brothers?” He glanced at me with a lifted eyebrow.

I bit down on my lip, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

“I quite like you flustered. It’s cute,” he said as he turned back to the road.

I just stared at him.Did he realize what he just said?First, I was adorable, and now I’m cute? Where did the broody, miserable asshole go?

“Oh, I almost forgot.” He fished in his pocket for something then handed it over to me.

It was a phone.

“Wh—What’s…” I was short-circuiting now.

“It’s yours. It’s already got everyone’s numbers in it.” He didn’t look at me, but I didn’t miss his sideways glance, a smile forming as he took in my surprise.

“Holy shit…” I whispered as I pulled the phone out and texted the first person who came to mind.

Me:GUESS WHAT!!!

Mavis:Who is this?

Me:Lillian!

Mavis:HOLY SHIT!

Mavis:He actually gave you a phone??

Mavis:I am so excited for you! This is a game-changer for us!

Mavis and I texted the entire way home. I was on cloud nine when we walked into the flat. Things were finally looking up.

Chapter 19

Keir

I knew what I was in for the moment he summoned me to his office the next morning. The time had arrived; his favorite time—my punishment.

I felt like a child walking into his office. I hadn’t been the victim of his fury in over a hundred years, at least not physically, because I’d learned to pick my battles. My chest was tight with anticipation. No doubt, my father had been planning this for a long time.

It sent me back to the first punishment I’d ever received from him. I was ten.

“What did you do wrong?” he spat his question.

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