Book Eight: Chapter 172

Nyx actually jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow. “You’re annoying,” she said.

“The Caretaker wishes to speak with you at length about your new role here,” Charlotte replied. “But he is indisposed right now. In two days time, a celebration will be held in your honor and the Caretaker will speak with you then regarding expectations and rewards. Afterward, you will join him for a special meal to negotiate terms.”

Mike’s throat immediately went dry, and he coughed. “And if I should refuse?” he asked.

Lady Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Don’t,” she replied. “Tomorrow, a seamstress will come to measure you and your companions for attire befitting the occasion. Make sure that you are here.”

Nyx snorted. “I shall provide my own attire,” she replied, her outfit briefly changing shape. “I go where I please.”

“Noted.” Charlotte looked at Mike, a hint of worry in her eyes. “Do you have any further questions?”

Mike nodded. He would have until the party to