The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0619

Luca and Daphne make appreciative noises as I explain, as fast as I can, Faiza's plan for me over the next few weeks. That I'm supposed to take time practicing how to control the way I am perceived in a room of strangers. Not only how to draw all attention to me in a room, but also how to disappear and become someone unnoticeable - a maid, a member of the serving staff. How to play it sexy and lure people away into corners, or how to play it so stupid that people think I don't understand what they're saying. Just to...become whoever I need to be to get my job done.

"Why on earth does she want you to do this?" Luca asks, frowning at me and then at all of the stuff. "Why this, when the war is coming to such a...crux?"

My voice is a little softer now, some of the excitement leaving it. Because this is something that Faiza and I discussed quite seriously and at some length. "Faiza thinks that I'm more useful as a spy than on the battlefield," she says quietly. "Neumann and she have been giving me good reports. She thinks it's more likely that I'll be... behind enemy lines, rather than on them."

"Whoa," Daphne says, her eyes going wide. Next to her, Luca goes rigid at the idea.

"I know," I say, my shoulders curling in a bit under the weight of the responsibility. "She's taught me a lot about how to do things unseen - how to pick pockets and locks, how to slip something into someone's drink - but in order to do that stuff...I've got to get into the room in the first place. Which sometimes means...not being Ariel Sinclair. Or Ari Clark. I've got to learn to become...other people too. Or at the very least, other versions of myself." "Holy crap," Luca whispers, staring at me curiously. "That is...no small task."

"This is all on loan, by the way, but she wants me to practice

wig from his hand, returning it

I say with a little sigh, shrugging my shoulders. "That's why she wants me to go practice out in the real world." "How the hell are you

in, babes," I say, grinning and reaching out a hand to rest on his forearm. "You're

long wig of curly auburn hair.

it onto my head. That done, I sit up quite prim and proper, and press

like long walks

a shove. "That is so not

my princess friends in

up in a hug, murmuring my apologies and

he shakes his head, though I can feel his anxiety down outbond. "As cute as you are as a redhead...what... what on earth are you talking about? Where the hett am I