Chapter 31

Whatever his twin has done to his mood has put him on one, and I am bearing the brunt. That wave of internal discomfort sobers me, and I swallow down all bravado, getting that shaky, nervous inner floaty feeling. I know where the line lies.

“Sure. Keep your pants on, Carrero, all a bit of banter.” I relent dejectedly, accent slipping when I am genuinely nervous, hating that this one tone change can put me in my place so effortlessly. I have yet to see what comes after that tone, and I don’t think I ever want to. Rumours are enough, and I know from the ones I heard on the street that he’s worse than any nightmares I may still have. I turn on my heel and stalk out of the office back towards the lift, pulling my card from my bra, where I keep it snugly hidden to access the lift to the floor above. I catch Lucie glaring my way from his office door, peering out like a little troll from his cave, and I throw him a huge satisfied smile.

“You look as happy as always—must suck se