Page 50 of Bride By Coronation

"You can," he claims.

"If you fuck this up, your head's on a platter, understand?" I warn.

His expression turns serious. "What is it?"

I hold out the letter, announcing, "I need you to go to Fiona's work. Give this to her and tell her she needs to read it immediately. Then wait for her to respond."

His eyes widen.

"Too much for you to handle?" I question.

He runs his hand through his thick locks, asserting, "She doesn't know I'm in The Underworld."

"Yeah, well, time she found out," I declare.

"Is that a good idea?"

"Are you the king?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"Good. Then leave the decision-making to me. Now, are you able to complete your task?" I prod.

"Yeah." He reaches for the letter.

I snap it back.

He freezes.

"Tell me your orders."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Tell me what you understand your orders to be."

He protests, "Contrary to what your little pet Valentina tells you, I'm not an idiot. I do have a brain."

"You do?" I taunt.

He scowls.

"Don't call Valentina my pet. She's my friend. Don't be disrespectful."

He grunts. "But it's okay for her to be?"

I scoff. "Sorry. I thought you were a man."

"I am a man," he claims.

"Then grow the fuck up. Stop being disrespectful to her and you'll see a different side of her. That's what you want anyway, isn't it? To get to know the real her?"

His jaw twitches. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't."

He pins his hardened eyes on me. "Can I go now?"

"Tell me again what your job is," I repeat.

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