Blade’s face remained unchanged, but Evie did not miss the way his fist clenched. “He sneezed enough to light a few candles last week.”
Evie raised a brow and pulled her lips into an encouraging smile. “Well, that is something, isn’t it?”
“Actually, Evie, would you mind grabbing my book on the subject from my quarters? I’d go, but I don’t want to leave him when he’s like this,” Blade said, giving the animal a pointed look of accusation.
“Of course, but where are your quarters?” Evie asked, scanning the area.
Blade pointed a long finger toward a set of spiral stairs that sat edged against the west side of the manor. “Those lead right up! It should be sitting on my bedside table. It’s red with gold lettering on the front.”
Evie nodded, and Blade kissed her cheek. “You’re a lifesaver, my sweet Evie!”
“All right. Enough.” Evie chuckled, making a show of wiping his kiss away from her skin and turning to climb the spiral staircase.
A door appeared at the top, and Evie pushed it lightly open, revealing a small but homey living space.
A wooden desk sat up against the window, adjacent to a narrow bed frame that Evie knew creaked just by looking at it. She smiled when she saw a little knit dragon sitting on the night table next to a wax candle that was nearly burned down the whole wick.
Evie gave a squeal of victory when she spied the burgundy-colored book with a cover that read, Training Magical Beasts: For Novices. Shaking her head and picking up the large volume, Evie realized that Blade must have embellished on his résumé about his “elite experiences” with magical beasts of all kinds if this was his evening reading. She tucked the book under her arm, straightened the knit dragon, which looked like it’d had many years of being loved, and turned back toward the door.
But the light coming in from the window suddenly caught against a gold paperweight peeking out from underneath Blade’s desk. So Evie walked over, bent to pick it up and place it where it belonged, when she saw a slip of parchment underneath. Angling her head and holding the parchment to the light of the window, she froze.
It was a letter requesting employment, and the name signed at the bottom sent a chill up Evie’s spine.
King Benedict.
Evie’s heart began to pound as she read over the certificate. Blade? It couldn’t be Blade; why would he—
A hand closed around her mouth, and Evie froze.
“Please don’t scream.”
Chapter 16
Evie
Evie didn’t scream.
She did, however, pull her arm forward and slam her elbow back into Blade’s stomach.
“Argh!” Blade grunted, doubling over when he released her. Evie whipped around, gripping the certificate in her hand.
“What. Is. This?” she bit out.
“It’s not what you think, okay? Can I explain?” Blade’s eyes darted around, panicked. “Please don’t tell the boss, Evie. I’m begging you.” His desperation was palpable, and she softened for a second before Blade made to dive and snatch the certificate from her hands. She quickly ducked to turn away from him, and Blade’s hand ended up slapping against her cheek.
“Ouch!”
Blade pulled back, a horrified expression on his face.
“You hit my face!” Evie gasped.
“I’m so sorry; it was an accident! Are you okay?” Blade reached for her, but Evie took a step back.
“You hit my face,” she repeated, holding her cheek.
“I know, I’m sorry!” Blade said, holding both sides of his head. “Okay.” He sucked in a breath and leaned his face toward her. “Free shot, go ahead.”
Evie looked at him with an exasperated expression. “I’m not going to hit you.”
Blade looked at her with wild eyes. “No! Do it! I deserve it.”
“Blade, I’m not—”
“Hit me!” he wailed.
“No!” Evie screamed back, throwing her hands in the air. “This is ridiculous. Why do you have this?” She held up the letter and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, Blade sighed and sat on his bed, which did in fact creak, and looked at her with a sheepish smile. “So, I didn’t exactly find the dragon egg when I was hiking in the east.”
Evie trying to piece together what he was saying, knitting her eyebrows together. “You didn’t…？”
Blade picked up the toy dragon on the nightstand and started nervously picking at the frayed edges. “I grew up in the Gleaming City.”