Alarick looked at me as if I knew nothing at all and was an innocent little puppy. He sighed with amusement and said:
"Marise, you have a better chance than you think," he sighed again with his amused tone. Trust me, somehow he cares about you. I know him well enough to notice. Right now it's nothing deep or real, he considers you his toy, but you could become something more. You impress him, you upset him; that's an advantage.
I blinked. It even sounded funny to me.
"Really?
"Yeah. What I need is for him to trust you enough, and then when I ask you to, you will do something for me.
"That?
The way Alarick's Machiavellian eyes narrowed and his mouth suppressed a smile told me it was something bad, something dangerous, but I couldn't define what was between my nervousness and restlessn
