Page 51 of Stone Seduction
I pulled my sleeves down over my hands, obeying. I wanted answers as to why Seth wanted Billy as his bodyguard.
Instead, the weaver said, “Your training will begin in an hour. Your porridge is on its way.”
I hated porridge.
“Training?” I wondered.
“Yes, training. You’re a potential weapon, after all.”
I scratched at the fading itch on my neck as Seth’s ominous statement curdled my blood.
“I’m…” Screw talking about the weapon crap for now. He’d only be vague. “Have you received any more word on Asher’s condition?”
“In the past few minutes?”
Seth’s laughter dragged my patience across a cheese grater.
Billy turned away, facing the brilliant blue sky.
“He’ll be back to normal by sunset,” Seth answered, giving me nothing more. “I want you to focus on your day now.”
Okay, maybe I would ask a question regarding this weapon crap. “What will this training entail?”
“You’ll see.”
And there we go. “Okay.”
He chuckled again. Yes, everything was so hilarious.
No follow up came, only the arrival of a human servant with the porridge steaming in a bowl on the top shelf of a silvertrolley. On the bottom shelf were a pile of clothes. Familiar clothes.
“What are?—”
Seth waved a hand in my face. “Eat. Change. Wait here.” He left with Billy, the servant trailing them.
Uh-huh.
A bottle of orange juice sat next to the porridge, along with a cup of tea and a small bowl of strawberries. Forgoing the hot mush, I ate the fruit and sipped the tea.
My body thanked me, receiving the sustenance like a warm hug.
“Asher?”I tried the amulet again.
Zero response.
Earthquakes and juiced-up monsters. Damn. What next? Where did we go from here? The motes were upping their creation game, and poor Asher got caught in the crossfire.
Why had he been at the lighthouse, though?
Rather than lose my mind, I busied myself with the clothes, which turned out to be the uniform I wore at Midas Cherry, along with a brown leather jacket and boots.
Why the hell would they provide me with this outfit?
Probably more of Seth’s mind games, the bastard chortling away to himself, maybe even recording my reaction.
I inspected the room, searching for signs of a camera. I spotted nothing and decided to get changed in the other room. Again. Even took a quick shower first, the towels so fluffy they couldn’t be real.
Done, I pulled on the tight gold jeans and the cherry-red tee with the nightclub’s golden cherry logo on the front. Ready to mix up some amazing drinks, but really about to face a fresh pile of crap.
