Chapter 145

Rafael glanced down at his sleeve that concealed the gash he'd gotten from our encounter and his lip curled for a fleeting second. "I've told you the salient facts. A smart strategist understands when to illuminate a truth to aid a cause and when revealing it merely weakens the foundation."

I picked up one of my many non-working pens and tapped it against my thigh. "If that's the normal M.O. of Attendants, no wonder we're still searching for pieces."

"Ash," Priya admonished.

"How fortunate that your brief time as a Jezebel has given you such a grasp of what's best for the cause," Rafael said.

Priya and Arkady exchanged glances and even Levi looked over at us.

I snapped the pen in half, a drop of ink splashing onto my thumb. Our dynamic around my cravings wasn't ideal, but Rafael was the one who'd chosen to serve up himself up on a magical healing platter, so how about he took some damn responsibility for his actions, instead of nursing his wounds and his pride?