He wheezed, easing up on the pressure, I repeated my question. His eyes gleamed and I quickly looked down.
“Don’t try that s**t with me” I grumbled, pressing my knee into his arm harder than necessary. He winced.
“Fine Verity, a deal is a deal” his smile was once again charming. I made a face.
“Would you cut that s**t out with me? I don’t like it, whatever it is” I said, leaning close to his face. “So why don’t you just tell me this secret of yours, since it must be why the Officials sent you.” My voice was low, smooth, and had every ounce of malice in it I could muster.
He sighed, “it would be easier to show you.” I raised an eyebrow as I slowly let him up, wondering what it could possibly be. He stood up and brushed himself off, then slowly began taking his shirt off.
“What the?!” I
