Chapter 78

“Please,” Alvez murmurs, gesturing towards of all places – his desk. As I hesitate, he sinks. into his rolling chair, which scoots back a few inches. Seeing my confusion, his smile grows. “I’m unfortunately low on seating in this little room – castles, such wide sweeping halls, such…tiny little workspaces.”

My eyebrows raise as he gestures towards the desk again and I realize that he wants me to sit there. But I just sigh inwardly again, doing as he says and lifting myself up onto the desk so that my legs dangle. I cross them at the ankles, leaning forward with my hands pressed to the edge of the desk, watching him warily.

There’s such pleasure on Alvez’s face, in the way he lets his eyes rove over me. Is it that he enjoys seeing me unsettled? Or is this just…how he is?

“We’ve met before, Princess – before the Academy, I mean. Do you remember?”

I sit up a little straighter, surprised. “We did?”

Alvez nods slowly, folding his hands in his lap. “At the Palace, during my interview with your mother and your aunt. You popped in, asking a question about evening plans.”

“Oh,” I say, my heart sinking a little – because that sounds very plausible. “I’m sorry, no, I don’t remember.”

“Understandable,” he says, giving a little shrug. “I’m sure that your home is rather a revolving door of visitors. But I certainly remembered you.”

I blush a little, because the way his voice pitches lower when he says the word suggests not just that he remembered me, but that he…noticed me. Like noticed me, notice women.

the way

that men

My stomach twists and his grin deepens, giving me my answer.

He does like this making me uncomfortable. I can see it clearly now in the take in my blush, the way my hands grip the edge of the desk.

way

his eyes

I wish, quite suddenly, that my

everything, probably by punching Alvez right in

Rafe he has a pretty strong trust in authority, especially in people hired by our own parents. I don’t think that there’s any way he’d

right? Because Alvez – he’ll rat me out, get me kicked out of the Academy, and probably Rafe

got me tied

me, peering up into my face from his lower spot in the chair. “How have things

wanting to open up about my magic either not that there’s been any developments. Jackson and

do anything

Alvez prods, his voice low with a little laugh in it. “Why so reticent, Princess? I’m trying to

now. “Are you?” I ask quietly. “Because it feels

clicks his tongue, turning his head to the side. “And what

office?” I say, surprised by my willingness to confront him, “and that you keep calling me Princess, reminding

wrong,” he says, leaning forward now and reaching out a casual hand, letting it rest on my knee. “The opposite is true, Princess – you’ve got me quite

eyes widen,

at least, his grin deepens. But this just makes me scowl, even though I don’t brush away his hand, or move in any way. I don’t know what the rules are here and I find that

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how do I get the upper hand here? Or, at least, get out

snap, though my voice is soft, almost a whisper as I stare tensely down

“Ah, yes,

circles around the inner part of my knee. “That you melted. All by yourself.”

him

making broad strokes now

and working its way around to the outside as Alvez smiles at me, possessive and hungry.

until he gives my leg a quick little slap that makes me

rigid on

moving slowly so slowly upwards. An anxious heat starts to curl in me, and I don’t know what to do, panic mixing

don’t know what. Some kind of heat.

don’t respond, not

eyes locked on mine, “what of McClintock’s power? Did your magic’s

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