The Rejected True Heiress
“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.”
Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.”
“I mean it, Zane.”
“I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile.
Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.