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Francis offered a soft smile, handing me the flask. When my brows rose high he explained, “’Tis not wine, Princess. We are to enter human grounds, I figured you didn’t have any before we left,” he shrugged.

“Let me talk to the Barrens, all right?” I drank from the flask. “I know how to convince them.”

“Care to share?” Francis crooked his head. When I didn't reply he chuckled. “Right, I’m just your guard dog.” He reached for the flask.

“If I tell you my plan you will turn us around,” I told him quietly, avoiding his gaze.

Francis choked on his drink. “I don't recall your last plan being very planned.”

“My plan will work.” I snatched the drink out of his hand.

“You are jesting, Princess,” Francis shook his head. “If you don’t tell me, I am turningyouaround.”

“I’ve known these people since birth. I know what to do. Just—” I trailed off. “How can you expect me to start trusting you if you yourself don’t trust me?”

His lips turned into a thin line. “Tell me what to do.”

“Make sure no one touches me,” I whispered.

The thought of Timothy being so close made me shiver.

“No one will touch you,” Francis’ voice grew colder, “I swear.”

Chapter 27

Pretend Princess

Hiding our horses just beyond the treeline set a new wave of fear into my veins. Anxiety slowly made its way through my body with every step I took. No matter my best efforts at remaining collected, the storm inside of me grew, smashing peace on its way.

The Barrens’ estate near Silverstone city peaked out of the horizon, reminding me of all the time I’d spent in its walls. Every part of me awoke, paying close attention to the details. I knew the estate like my own five fingers, yet still memorized every exit in case of danger.

To the right of the building, just by the long, high gates, three guards stood atop the tower. My hand went into my pocket, brushing the handle of the dagger Francis had given me. Three more guards were posted on the other side.

“Nice place,” Francis muttered under his breath.

My gaze met the curious eyes of one of the guards as he gestured something to the others. My eyes did not leave him. I raised my chin, imagining I could burn them all with my gaze alone.I can do it,I told myself.

“I thought you'd been here before,” I whispered to Francis.

“Nay, before tonight Barren only agreed to meet in the woods.”

“What changed?” My gaze narrowed.

“Last time... did not go as planned,” Francis snickered. “I’m assuming he would like some witnesses from now on.” Francis’ brows furrowed, his gaze locked on the guards. “Seems they were not notified of our visit.”