High Society (The High Stakes Saga #3)

“Someone was in my room.”

He cursed and jogged up the steps, brushing past me. I ran after him as he opened my door and inhaled deeply. “Do you recognize the scent? Whoever it was stood behind the door.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Terah.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I assure you I’m not,” he vowed. “I’ll talk to her.”

“Why are you helping me?” I asked. “What’s in it for you?” Men like Asa never did anything out of the goodness of their hearts, because that part of them, if it ever did, no longer existed.

Even though it was dark, his irises seemed to darken into coals. “Go back to sleep. Titus will return in a few minutes.”

Neither giving me the courtesy of an answer nor a chance to argue, Asa marched back the way he came in search of his sister. I didn’t like that he was being nice, and I especially didn’t like Terah sneaking into my room at night. At the very least, that girl would smother me with a pillow if she could. She hated me. She hated all of us.

I went back to my room and undressed, leaving on just my tech suit. Comfortable, I lay back down and waited for Titus. In less than ten minutes, he returned with a basket full of supplies, which he plopped down on the desk. “You’re awake.”

“I had a visitor.”

“Asa?”

“Terah.”

His brows popped up. “What did she want?”

“To creep into my room while I was sleeping,” I smarted. “I think she realized fairly early that I was awake, so she left rather quickly.”

“We need to figure this tech thing out and get the hell out of here,” he declared, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “And until we can, we stay together. You and me – got it?”

Nodding, I agreed, “Got it.” Except I wanted to see Enoch. I wanted to spend some time with him before we jumped again.

“So, you know that someone tried to kill your clone last week.”

“Asa mentioned it, but didn’t say how.” I sat up.

Titus brought a chair close. “Asa said she was walking in the garden out back after dinner last week, and someone rushed out of the tall hedges and stabbed her in the stomach.”

My eyes flicked to the place on his side where Abram had run him through. “Who was it?”

“No one knows. 1776 thought it was a man, but all she saw was that the person was hooded. She didn’t see who it was. They got away while she was hurt, assuming they’d delivered a death blow.”

“Her suit healed her.”

“Yep. And whomever stabbed her knows she can heal herself,” he warned.

“It could’ve been Terah,” I remarked. Why else would she be skulking around my room? I wished Enoch were here now. Although, he was protective of his sister. Would he defend me against her if it came to it?

Titus scrubbed his hands down his face. “I need to get to work figuring this out, and you need to rest. If the person who stabbed your clone decides to finish the job, you need to be strong enough to fight him – or her – off.”

“I hate it when you’re so damn logical,” I grumped.

Titus puffed out his chest. “Which is all the time. You know, Enoch was right. This thing between me and you never would’ve worked. You’re too stubborn and I’m too smart, and we’re both too pretty to be a real couple.”

“Sad, but true,” I deadpanned, flopping back onto my pillow, a wayward feather flying out of the seam.

Titus groaned. “That reminds me. I have a chicken coop to fix tomorrow.”

“I’ll help,” I volunteered.