Page 70 of The High Priestess

CASSIA

I’m woken when Tobias returns with the food, and feeling groggy, I sit up and rub my palm over my face.

“You didn’t get much sleep,” Knight mutters, sounding upset.

I glance at him. “I’ll go to bed early tonight.”

He nods while climbing to his feet. “Stay. I’ll bring your plate.”

My eyes follow him to the kitchen, and I hear dishes clanking and his voice rumbling, but I can’t make out what he’s saying or Tobias' reply.

Knight comes out of the kitchen carrying two plates with burgers and fries. He hands me mine and sits down beside me again.

When Tobias comes into the living room, he says, “I’m going to head to a motel if that’s okay, boss?”

So that was what they were talking about.

I nod. “Be here at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Okay. Have a good night.”

“You too.” I watch as he leaves, taking Knight’s SUV for transport.

“Eat,” Knight murmurs before popping a fry into his mouth.

I take a bite of my burger, and while I chew, he says, “The private jet will be ready tomorrow at ten am. The airfield is an hour from here. I’ve also made a booking for the hotel.”

I swallow the bite down, then ask, “How much did it all cost?”

“It’s taken care of.”

I set the burger down on the plate and stare at Knight until he finally looks at me. “How much?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

I let out a sigh. “It’s business expenses. Either you tell me how much, or I’m just going to transfer a random amount to your account.”

“You don’t have my banking details,” he mutters before shoving another fry into his mouth.

Shit. He’s right.

Thinking fast, I threaten, “I’ll ask Santiago for it.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Jesus, you’re impossible.” I shoot a glare at his side profile.

“So I’ve been told.” He gets up and heads to the kitchen. When he comes back with two bottles of water, he says, “This is not negotiable, just like the issue we had earlier about your safety.” When I open my mouth, he shakes his head. “No, we’re done talking about it.”

“You don’t know what I was going to say,” I mutter.

“I’m pretty sure you were going to argue with me.”

He continues to eat while I let out a disgruntled huff. “Like I said, you’re impossible.”

His eyes flick to me, then he reaches into my plate, grabs a fry, and brings it to my mouth. “Eat.”

My lips part automatically on his command, but when I take a bite and realize the man is feeding me, a scowl forms on my face. “I can feed myself,” I mutter around the fry.

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