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I laughed.

Getting to my feet, I asked, “Would you like some cookies? I think I have some chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen.”

Cameron smiled brightly up at me, nodding.

Following me into the kitchen, the cute kid stopped dead in his tracks and gasped. “You got a pet rat!”

Nodding, I smiled. “Yep. His name is Apollo. He doesn’t do much and never talks.”

“He’s so cool! Our classroom has a bullfrog named Fred. He doesn’t talk much either.”

Grabbing my cookie jar, I bent down in front of him and removed the lid. “Here ya go, Cameron. Take as many as you want.”

“Really?” The kid’s eyes widened. “Sky only lets me have one at a time.”

“Well, since you helped save me, I think my prince deserves as many as he can hold.”

Cameron smiled, puffing out his little chest. “That’s right. I helped, didn’t I?”

I chuckled as he stuck both his little hands in my cookie jar, grabbing handfuls of cookies. Getting to my feet, I heard chains rattling before a loud bang. “I think Scribe is done, young prince.”

Cameron nodded his head, muttering with a mouth full of cookies. “Yeah. He’s fast. You’re cool, Henley. You got a man?”

“No.”

Cameron smiled mischievously before running towards the front door. Holding his loot carefully, he stopped, turning back to me. “Don’t worry, princess. I know the perfect prince for you, but first we got to fix your eyes cause you’re gonna need to see him coming.”

Before I could reply, the cheeky little devil walked out the front door.

Chapter Eleven

Scribe

“Scribe!”

Groaning, I hung my head.

No way in hell was I in the mood to deal with Bailey tonight.

After spending the damn day with Cameron, I was done.

I was right.

The little shit was plotting something.

For the entire ride back to the compound, the brat never spoke a fucking word. That was my first hint. The second was when I parked the wrecker and the little shit bolted as if his ass were on fire, screaming for my sister Freyja. Just the thought of Freyja and Cameron together put the fear of God into me, and I was a devout atheist!

All I wanted was to chill the fuck out and maybe catch Myst3ry_R3ad3r’s live read.

But even that didn’t put a pep in my step.

Nope.

All I could think about was the beautiful Henley.

There was something about her that bugged me. It was gnawing at me. Almost as if I’d seen her before, but that was impossible. I would know if I’d met the most beautiful woman in the world before. Yet, it was there, wiggling in the back of my head, like some nagging, buzzing annoyance.

Ducking out of the common room, I hurried up the stairs and bumped straight into Sarah.

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