Page 22 of The Heir
Thor’s words brought me out of my ruminations. It was the first either of us had spoken in two hours.
“Your drone isn’t at Mila’s place,” I said.
He frowned. “Why not?”
“My guess is that Mila didn’t want it blocking her entrance for half a year.”
Thor closed down the game he’d played and got busy with his wristband. “That’s impossible. No one can get inside it or direct it anywhere but me.”
I shrugged. “Tristan could. I guess as the designer he had a way. He arranged for it to fly back to the Gray Mansion months ago. Pearl suggested that I take your drone to pick you up, but since you threatened to spank me if I ever came back, I figured that seeing me in your drone would provoke you further.”
Thor’s ears reddened. “This is bullshit. I’m not flying all the way to the Northlands in this shit-can.”
I was still angry with him and reacted with indifference. “Not my problem. I’m going back to my house and from there you can get yourself home. Your mother ensured that the energy points are covered for this drone to get you to the border. But if the standard of our Motlander drones is too rough for your delicate butt, why don’t you order your drone to meet us at my house if you want?”
“Your house? Do you mean the windmill?”
“Yes.”
“But I thought you were coming with me to the Northlands.”
I lowered my brow and gave him a puzzled glance. “Why would I? We’re not friends, Thor. It’s been established several times that you and I don’t like each other.”
He groaned. “Do you need to remind me every fucking five minutes?”
His answer surprised me. He was hurt. Why was Thor upset that I didn’t like him when he had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t like me either? Usually people were easy to read, but he was tricky.
He asked, “Then what about that thing you said about wanting to come with us to France for the summit? Do you still want to go?”
“Yes!”
Thor lowered his chin and watched me closely. “Can I ask you a question, Fairy?”
“Sure, Demon.”
His lips almost lifted in a small smile, but not quite.
“Is the reason you want to come to France with us that you’re fascinated with their promiscuous nature?”
I should answer him honestly, but it was too tempting to mess with him, so I leaned forward in my seat. “Aren’t we all? I imagine that their men must be amazing lovers with their vast experience. I still remember one of the delegation members from that time my mother and I taught you energy work years ago. He was the oldest in the French group and their leader. He was handsome, with intelligence in his eyes and soft red lips. I asked Aubri and Freya about him recently and they told me he’s rumored to be an excellent lover.”
The reaction from Thor was priceless. With his nose wrinkled up, he scoffed. “You’d better not be talking about Victor. He’s a complete moron.”
“Is he? Hmm, I heard good things.”
“I refuse to believe that Freya and Aubri had a single nice thing to say about that clown. He’s arrogant.”
I arched a brow. “So are you, Thor.”
“Yeah, but that’s different. I use arrogance as a tool. He is one.” The moment he said it, Thor seemed to realize he had revealed too much.
In a slow movement, I tilted my head to the right. “Care to elaborate on how you use arrogance as a tool?”
“I… I… hmm.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t. That came out wrong.”
“Are you sure about that? It sounded like the most honest thing you’ve said all day.”
“What does it matter what I tell you? You’re the fairy who’s supposed to be able to read people’s minds. Isn’t that what you did when you vetted the Explorers back in January?”
