High Society - Page 60

He grinned and walked further into the room as Mary’s footsteps faded down the hall and trailed down the stairs. “Miss Eve,” he said, offering a few pieces of paper, a quill pen I’d have to figure out how to write with, and a small crystal inkwell.

“Thanks,” I said awkwardly, taking the items from him and placing them on a nearby chest of drawers.

Asa lingered. “She wasn’t lying to you,” he began.

“About Enoch trying to kill you?”

“About anything she said, but yes. He’s tried to kill me.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “But you’ve never tried to kill him, right? You’re a victim?”

His eyes turned cold. “I have tried hundreds of times.”

“And failed.”

“Failed, and in the process, learned what doesn’t work,” he volleyed.

“Does that mean you’re still trying to find a way?”

He shrugged a shoulder, refusing to comment further.

“Well, thanks. My water’s probably getting cold, so you best go.” I knew it was rude, but I didn’t care in the least.

“He told me your theory about your clone, and what you found in the wardrobe. Tell me, why did you think to search her room for anything at all?”

He didn’t deserve the truth, but I gave it to him anyway. “I thought maybe since she was made from me, we might think alike, and that if she was as motivated as I was before I met you, she might be willing to do anything to complete her mission.”

“Including stabbing herself in the stomach.”

“She had her suit, right?”

He nodded.

“Then she had nothing to lose. If you didn’t turn her, she could use the suit to heal herself.”

“Which is exactly what she did…” he said slowly. “But I wonder what you’d be willing to do to complete your mission and claim victory over us.”

“I abandoned that mission in thirteen-forty-eight.”

He gave a cruel smile. “Before or after you slaughtered our people?”

“I had nothing to do with that.” He gritted his teeth. It wouldn’t matter what I said, he still believed I was involved with the attack. Wait, no he didn’t. “If you really believed what you just said, I wouldn’t have made it out of your camp the first day I landed in this time.”

“My sister –”

“Will say anything to make you doubt and hate me.”

“Then you won’t mind proving that you’re being truthful?” he led.

“How can I do that?”

Asa’s fathomlessly cold brown eyes locked onto mine. “You’ll kill Abram.”

“If I get the chance, I will,” I promised.

He shook his head. “Some chances must be made and not left to fickle fate.” With those words, he pivoted and left the room.

I closed the door behind him and looked between the warm water and the writing supplies. In the end, writing to Maru took precedent over the steaming bath.