Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 218

218 Grace: A Normal Mentor Would Be Nice

218 Grace: A Normal Mentor Would Be Nice

Which, I’m pretty sure, is not the case for Captain Grim Reaper over here.

Either way, our encounters are not going very well.

Yep. I’m willing to be a bootlicker if it keeps this creep off my back. Somehow, I have the feeling it’s better to bore him with a fawning demeanor than to show him I have any spirit whatsoever.

But Caeriel’s eyes open all the way, and he reaches over to ruffle my hair, like I’m a child. “Good job, Miss Harper. Perhaps your intellect isn’t as low as I thought.”

“More, or less? Be precise, Miss Harper.”

The laundromat suddenly feels too small, the hum of the machines too loud. I deflate a little, despite the defiance in my thoughts. Ultimately, the weak bow to the strong. I’m not proud of it, but I’m not stupid enough to challenge a crazy person.

“They’re giving their reports.”

It’s an effort not to point out running out to meet him for no reason doesn’t seem particularly dire, and I wonder if he’s creating these missions on purpose just to toy

with me.

I curl my fingers into my palms, pressing my nails into my skin. It’s official. I’m pretty sure I hate this man.

Caeriel sighs, his disappointment beyond obvious. “Okay, then let’s make the question easier.” He over–enunciates each word as if speaking to a toddler. “Knowing this is a demi–god’s blood, would you consider this im–por–tant? Or un–im–por–tant?”

“Because it’s important?” I ask sarcastically, already forgetting how I decided I was too scared to mouth off to him. Amazing how much self–esteem returns when his silver eyes aren’t boring into mine. Instead, they’re closed.

“I already told you, I don’t know.”

I shake my head again.

“When you say giving their reports—”

But I’m far more interested in my own issues, so I try to change the subject back.

…Yes, it was.” The word comes out tight. I wasn’t questioning the importance of demi–god blood, but rather how freaking easy this so–called ‘mission‘ was.

He sounds bored as he says, “Is that your best answer?”

Vindication floods through my veins, sweet and sharp. See? I knew Sadie was weird. And the cat, too. Yet another situation in which my paranoia wasn’t paranoia, because it isn’t paranoia if it’s true.

I change it reluctantly. “If it’s found, something bad might happen.”

He looks me over, his gaze sliding from my face to my feet and back again. The tiny crease between his eyebrows deepens into a frown that makes my skin crawl.

“And you consider that your best answer?”

“Reports?” I stiffen immediately. “I knew it. They’re not normal animals!”

End of story.

Though… less terrible than I thought he was.

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Then again, there were those times I mouthed off to the Lycan King…

Am I supposed to be pleased?

I straighten. “Considering the importance of a demi–god’s existence, either the knowledge of one being in the area or the possible properties of their blood can have negative consequences on Plausibility.”

It’s clear he doesn’t want to go into more detail, which is frustrating. The answers are literally standing in front of me, but he’s too much of a jerk to give them. Lyre might be cryptic, but at least she isn’t a dick.

Was it too much to ask for a normal mentor, and not someone I’m pretty sure is a psychopath? Actually, if I really want to get into it, why is everyone around me so damn weird? My own boyfriend is definitely not normal in his head, either.

His eyebrows rise a fraction. “Ah, so it was obvious.”

the “his

Oh–the question. Right. I got sidetracked with the animals.

“Still not answering? Your intellect doesn’t seem very high” His voice drops, becoming softer, almost intimate, even as his words come out cruel. “I can’t fathom what Lyrielle

“Now, little mortal child, answer: Why would the blood of a demi–god be found here?” His eyes bore into mine, unblinking and expectant.

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