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A knock at the door echoes through the room and the doorknob twists. Nancy pokes her head inside, one eyebrow raised playfully.
“Are you decent?” She giggles.
I roll my eyes and tell her they can come in. They rush inside, closing the door and soundproofing the dorm. My cousin throws herself onto the bed, lying on her stomach, Paula sits on the desk chair, and Kiara sits on the edge of the bed next to Nancy.
“All right, young lady, spill the beans! What happened between you and Rigast? And we want to know absolutely everything!” My cousin orders me as the other two nod frantically in agreement.
I laugh and sit on the desk.
“Well, hang on, there's a lot to say!”
CHAPTER 19
Mattheo
I leave building G and head toward the old church at the back of the monastery in search of Leroi. He probably hasn't made any progress since we've only been here a few days, but I hope he at least has some leads on how to break through this damn barrier protecting the Academy. I find him sitting on the pew in the front row of the nave, head in his hands.
He looks like shit.
“Tell me you know how this shitty shield works so we can get this over with as quickly aspossible.”
His head snaps up, surprised by my sudden presence. He must not have heard the heavy front door creak as I entered, too lost in his thoughts.
The surprise on his features quickly disappears, replaced by anger. I frown, not understanding why he seems so angry. Within seconds, he advances towards me and punches me in the nose. I'm so caught off guard that I don't retaliate. I grunt in pain and instinctively press my hands against my nose.
Fuck, he's got a nice right hook, the bastard.
“What the hell was that for, Leroi?” I exclaim, astonished by his gesture and deeply annoyed with myself for not having eluded him.
It's not like I'm not used to dodging or taking hits or anything…
“You're such a piece of shit, dear cousin!” He spits venomously, raising his fist again, but this time I block the hit by grabbing his wrist.
Thank you, Father, for the combat training. It saved my injured nose from ending up broken.
Again.
“You better explain yourself right now before I kill you, whether you're my cousin or not,” I roar, now pissed. “I'm still your future Master, don't forget that.”
He pulls his hand from my grasp and chuckles disdainfully, his gaze so dark and murderous that if it could kill me, I would be dead.
“You don't deserve her,” he growls under his breath, looking at me up and down with disdainful eyes.
I frown in confusion and anger before taking a step back, my jaw clenching and my hands balling into fists.
That hurts.
Not because he says so, but because I know he's right. I have no say in who I marry, but I'm lucky my fiancée turns out to be Aelys. She's beautiful and perfect in every way. Too innocent and pure to be my wife.
Yes, I treated her like shit at first, but only because I don't want to marry anyone, especially not a woman as sweet as her. I know that becoming my wife will ruin her. Even if the idea is tempting, I have to admit that.
I always knew I'd one day have to marry someone my father chose, and I always hated it. He doesn't believe in love. He sees it as a weakness and taught Tom and me to think the same way. That's one of the reasons he chose my fiancée.
He neither needs nor wants me to love my future wife. He only wants me to have my own heir to ensure the Rigast name lives on.
He made me his perfect successor, ready to take his place after his death and continue what he started by exterminating the fairies and non-magical beings. Except, that's not enough for the great Darkvis.
No.
