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No such luck.

A calloused hand grips my arm before spinning me around to pin me against the alley wall. He presses both my wrists against the brick with strong hands before leaning in towards me.

I writhe in his grip, but he doesn’t budge. I’m not sure what I was expecting him to do, but it certainly was not this. Maybe offer a polite thank you—not an interrogation against a grimy wall.

I would have never saved him if I knew who he was. What he is. What he does.

I huff in irritation, sending silver hair blowing into my eyes and obscuring my view of his piercing gaze. “Is this how you treat all the people who save your life or is this a new thing for you?” I grind out the words through clenched teeth, mocking his first ones to me.

“I wouldn’t know, seeing that no one has ever saved me before.” There’s the ghost of a smirk on his face, offering me a glimpse of that annoying dimple.

“Well, let me enlighten you. When someone saves your life, a polite ‘thank you’ will suffice.”

“Maybe,” he sighs and leans in closer, “but not for those who steal from me.”

I think my heart stops beating. The prince knows I stole from him.

The prince. The future Enforcer. The Deliverer of Death.

I’m dead as the Plague.

But my fear is quickly replaced by a much more welcome emotion—anger. I'm angry with myself for helping the prince who kills like it’s nothing and grants his father’s wishes like he is everything. I’m angry for finding himnotrepulsive since the very kingdom he’s so loyal to makes me sick with its twisted values and beliefs. He is the future Enforcer, the executioner of innocents, of Ordinaries, ofpeople like me.

Feeling reckless and rather emboldened with death a mere breath away, I say, “So he’s prettyandhe has a brain. The ladies must love you.” The smile I give him is anything but sweet. “You know, you might make a good thief if it weren’t for the fact that you were so easily fooled by one.”

He’s smiling. Amused. Arrogant as ever. “You do realize who you’re talking to, right?”

“A cocky bastard?” I say innocently before biting my tongue.

I clearly have a death wish.

But to my surprise, he tips his head back and barks out an authentic laugh, the sound rich like the chocolate I occasionally steal and deep like the Shallows Sea.

“I’ve been called worse,” he murmurs after composing himself, his hands still clamped around my wrists. Then the amusement fades from his eyes, quickly replaced by cool consideration. “Despite you robbing me, I suppose I should thank you for your help.”

I almost laugh at that. Apparently, saving his life is comparable to simplyhelping.

“Although, I am curious as to why the Silencer couldn’t smother your power. Along with why I can’t seem to sense one from you.” He’s eying me like he did in the alley when I stole from him. Like I’m a puzzle he’s trying to piece together.

I blink up at him as realization rams into me.

He has the rare ability to sense another’s power and use it himself...

He tried to sense my power in the alley.

Only to find that there was none.

I’m dead as the Plague.

I look up at him, filtering the fear from my expression despite my frantic thoughts. I shrug my stiff shoulders, hoping the action looked far more casual than it felt. “I’m a Mundane. A Psychic.”

“A Psychic,” he echoes, disbelief dripping from every word. “Tell me, what is it that you can do?” He pauses. Shrugs. “I’ve never met a Psychic before. Call me curious.”

I swallow the hysterical laugh threatening to bubble out of me. The future Enforcer isn’t curious, he’s calculating. But he must be rather amused by me, otherwise, I’d likely be dead by now.

“My power is a sort of...sense,” I say easily, reciting the rehearsed line. “I can only sense strong emotions from others, getting flashes of information because of it.”

I look into his eyes, willing him to believe me. Hoping he’ll accept the answer and move on with his life. Hoping that he will letmemove on with my life.

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