Chapter 42: Asher
Albert stood before me moving his eyes like the language I spoke to him was suddenly foreign to his ears.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" I growled, glaring at him.
"No— not exactly," He mumbled, snapping out whatever was blocking his brain.
"So?" I snapped. "How is the plan f*****g going?"
"Asher, the thing is, there hasn't been a plan yet... You know the last time you talked about waiting— you know?"
"I remember what we talked about Albert and what you just spat out were words from your mouth. Not mine." I countered, still glaring at him.
His eyes blinked and I could see how he was starting to struggle with words. "True, I suggested it but you had agreed to give it more time... To allow for the princess to get pregnant so we could try the first plan you had."
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