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“Such a daring good boy,” I whispered.

His lips were wet, but I could tell his throat was dry. He struggled to regain the thread of his story, until I said, “Finish your tale, love. I want to hear how you came to this wicked place.”

“Yes ma’am. Just o-one moment.”

I kissed him lightly, both of us settling into the bed—realizing I’d have to change my sheets with my one spare set in the corner of the room before I could fall asleep.

But it felt nice having Arne’s cum spilling off me, knowing I had total control over this man.

I was certain he would never stray from me again.

It took us a moment to gather ourselves. Once our heartbeats settled and our breathing regulated, we carried on like nothing had happened, which only made it hotter.

“You said the Lepers finally had the ‘man they wanted.’ What does that mean?” I asked. At the same time, I pulled up my panties, keen on carrying Arne on me for the rest of the night.

He noticed, blushing, and stuffed himself away in his stained pajamas. “With the emergence of my magic, they had someone who could attend Vikingrune Academy and speak on their behalf. Someone who could do their dirty work, since no Leper could attend the school.”

“So you were a double agent from day one.”

His nod was slow. There was shame in his eyes. “It didn’t take long for Sigmund Calladan to recognize who I was, from my mother—a failed, one-term, magicless student. He allowed me to attend the academy but forced me under his thumb to spy on a family that interested him.”

My brow furrowed. I connected the threads, realizing where his story was going. How it was coming full circle, and why he was telling it to me. “And who was that family, Arne?”

I already knew the answer.

“The Halldans. Led by one Hallan Borradan.”

My eyes widened, despite me already knowing the truth—already experiencing it. Arne had spied on me when I first arrived here, after all.

“Why does Gothi Sigmund find such interest in my family, do you think?” I asked, as frustration surged.

“I don’t know for sure. He never told me.”

He wanted to say more. I could tell by the hesitance in his blue eyes.

“But if you had to guess . . .”

Arne smirked. “If I had to guess, little fox, I would say it has to do with Hallan’s beautiful stepdaughter . . .” His hand slowly traced over my slightly tapered ear, through my streaked silver hair, eyes never leaving my face. Eventually, his soft touch rested on my cheek, and he smiled. “Who oddly,fascinatingly, has the heart of a human . . . but the features of humanity’s most hated enemy.”

Chapter 10

Ravinica

I SLEPT IN ARNE’S ARMS—ORrather, him entwined in mine—and finally conked out, exhausted from the whirlwind, raunchy day.

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