Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: 232. Bait

Maisie

The circle flared with muted light and there was an undignified yelp as the demon fell from above, slamming into the ground with a thud.

Butt naked.

He lay there for a second, disoriented, then his black eyes locked onto me. His face twisted into a snarl.

"You," he growled. "I’m going to take out your spine and strangle you with it."

I wrinkled my nose as the thick smell of arousal hit me. "Were you having sex? Gross. Who is the unfortunate female you lied to now?"

Gruer stood up with zero shame, hands on his hips, making absolutely no effort to cover himself. I yanked my gaze upward, but not before I got flashed.

"Unfortunate?" he said, offended. "I’ll have you know she was very lucky. And what makes you think I lied to her?"

"Because your entire existence is built on lies," I deadpanned.

When his eyes narrowed, I said, "Tell me you didn’t promise her you would propose to her under the stars, buy her a cottage with eight chickens where you would have two little girls that have eyes like hers?"

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Thought about it for a second.

"...It was six chickens," he muttered.

"Unbelievable. I told you that shit doesn’t work in this century."

"Well, it got me laid, didn’t it?"

"The only reason anyone takes a second look at you is because of your face," I said.

He smiled coyly and leaned forward, tongue darting out his mouth to drag over his lower lip. "Are you calling me pretty, little girl?"

I rolled my eyes. "Did you find what I asked for?"

He straightened, going all businesslike. "I did. But information this good isn’t free. You already owe me an unreasonable amount of money."

I sighed. "What do you want this time?"

He straightened, looking far too pleased with himself. "Your firstborn child."

I stared at him. "A bit cliché, don’t you think?" I said. "Also, you’re late. That ship already sank."

He tipped his head. "Another memory then?"

I had traded my memories for information a total of six times. I was beginning to wonder what he was taking from me, and just when it would start to catch up to me.

It was starting to get difficult, remembering what my Dad’s face looked like. And what my days at the Night Shade pack were like. What I kept in that tiny bedroom Luna Kaida had assigned me. What stuffed doll I liked best as a child.

It was all inconsequential, but I was beginning to fear that if he took anymore from me, I would stop being me.

I shook my head and then an idea occurred to me. A grin of mischief played on my lips. "Rack up the bill and charge it to Mercer Koen’s account."

It was the least I could do to pay back for his affectionate treatment of me yesterday.

"Along with the interest?"

"What interest?"

"The accumulated interest over the last nine months."

"We never agreed to that."

"We didn’t not agree to it."

"You are worse than a loan shark!"

"I could cut fifty percent if you get into bed with me," he offered.

"Not happening," I hissed, mindful of the guards outside. "Talk."

"Proving your innocence is going to take divine intervention," he said dryly. "Every record is being wiped, cleaned up and prepared for the trial. The results have already been decided. Buying you time is fool’s hardy and your dark princeling knows it. It is likely a death sentence will be given on the first day of your trial."

I nodded. I had expected that. "I have ten days before the trail." I started pacing, mind already moving and taking apart pieces and putting them back together. "Ten days to stall my death until I have enough evidence to stall another death sentence at the next trial."

My teeth worried my bottom lip.

If it would be impossible to clear my name, then maybe a shift in their perception of me might change things. At least, for long enough to buy me the time I needed to unravel my plans.

I paused. "The disappearances. You still think they’re tied back to what happened at the Ridge?"

"I’m certain," Gruer said. "There are four things needed to open a rift. The stone, the keeper, blood sacrifices, and the altar. Not all four were present that night, but three of them were. That was probably enough to create a crack in the veil. Something on the other side must have been close enough to slip through."

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