Page 154 of Breaking Rosalind
His gaze drops to the CM stitched on my pajama pocket. “Unlike you, I don’t shit where I eat.”
As he turns back to his room, I say to his retreating back. “With that stick up your ass, I’m surprised you even shit.”
His shoulders tense, and he pauses in mid-stride. I brace myself for an insult, a barbed comment, or even a withering glower. Instead, he grins.
“What?” I ask.
Benito shakes his head.
“You finally got a girlfriend?”
His smile widens.
“What the hell does that even mean?”
When Benito disappears into his room, I don’t bother to follow. This new woman of his is probably either a figment of his imagination or some cam girl he’s paying online through a site like FuckPal.
“Well?” Rosalind asks from behind. “Are we going to catch a flight?”
“Yeah,” I mutter. “Tell me the name of the school and the city.”
In a mere twenty minutes, Rosalind has gotten dressed, called the Brunswick Academy on Helsing Island, and arranged a meeting with its headmaster for tomorrow afternoon.
She’s stunning in the burgundy pants suit I liberated from Roman’s closet. It doesn’t count as stealing if the clothes are brand new with attached labels. Besides, anyone spending enough time with the crazy balcony woman can tell she prefers wearing denim and paint-splattered aprons.
When she swipes one of my hair ties to secure her long, mahogany hair into a tight bun, not leaving a single wispy strand to frame her face, I can’t help picturing her as a strict femdom.
“What are you doing for passports?” I ask.
“Britt agreed to leave our ID in a locker at the airport,” she replies, her lips tightening. “You didn’t have to shoot her so close to the heart.”
I place a hand over my sternum. “Neither did you, but you don’t hear me sniping about it.”
She cuts me a glare sharp enough to slice throats. “I didn’t hear a thing.”
“If this is about the sensory deprivation, I did what was necessary to break your spirit.”
Her lips purse, then her features twist like she’s about to say something before thinking better of it. “What happens afterward?”
I cross the room, closing the distance between us and stand so close to her I smell hints of magnolia. My nostrils flare. No matter how many times I bathed her, I can never get rid of that scent.
“After what?” I ask.
“After we’ve settled Miranda into her new school, what’s next?”
I run my thumb over her high cheekbone. “You’ll stay by my side and help me destroy the Moirai.”
“And when they’re dead, you’ll let me free?”
The corner of my lip lifts into a smirk. “Trust me, pet. You’re going to want to stay.”
Her features form a blank mask to conceal what she’s calculating. As soon as she’s sure Miranda is safe behind the walls of her new academy, she’ll disappear without a trace.
But not until after I’m too dead to pose a threat to her daughter.
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ROSALIND