MIRA
I blink. Then look at him and blink again. Then again and again. I can’t quite believe what he is asking of me.
“So, excuse me if I get it wrong”, I start after clearing my throat, “You want me to get into the rooms of all the girls at the Selection and check their jewellery boxes in search for the artifacts that Aspen created? Exactly how on heavens do you imagine me do that? Considering that most of them hate my guts!”
“Well, I always found you pretty…”, he pauses and I blush at the words, “Inventive.”
That son of a harpy!
“That’s eleven rooms, lord Derwood,” I flop into one of the armchairs near me and notice how not happy he is with me calling him by his last name.
“It’s easier for you than it is for me,” he insists, taking a seat opposite of me.
“Debatable,” I sno
