Chapter Hundred-and-Thirty-Five
Emily’s POV
I did not wait outside the hut for very long. I saw someone when I got there clothed like she had been yesterday. I walked up immediately to talk to her.
“I'm so glad you could make it,” I said to her, as though excited to see her. In all honesty, I wish that I could be doing something else instead of being here.
“I am too. How do you do?” At once, I could sense that something was off. Something was different about this person. I stared right into her eyes, and it was different somehow. They both had the same eye colour, but this one did not hold the rage that the other had held. This confirmed to me that Irvette and Nydia were really working together. All I had to do now was to be sure they had the baby and do my best to retrieve the baby from them.
I took a deep breath and smiled, “You are soft-spoken. Forgive me if I am wrong, but you sound like a real princess?”
“What? No, yes, I mean no, no. Of course not. A princess… that would be ridiculous, I…” she had answered my question in a lot of words. She was Princess Irvette. What I wanted to ask her now was how she had had the guts to kill her mother and brothers. How had she done it? Or had she taken them to the lake and watched them beg for their lives?
“Cool, you do sound like one though. I… was kind of looking for someone to connect with, you know,” I returned with a pretty smile. Father had not made me put on any disguises. In fact, he had said he wanted people to know that the cold princess was in the underworld attending to his business. I was not certain why he would make that information public, but something told me that he had an ulterior motive for doing that. Ulterior motive or not, I was going to make the best out of not having to put on a disguise.
“You… you're a princess,” she said and did not ask, which meant that she already knew. She knew who I was, and I believed her job was to find out what my intentions were for coming to the underworld.
“I promised you a drink. Would you like some wine?” I asked her, ignoring her statement about being a princess.
“It's the middle of the day and, as a princess… I meant you… you wouldn't want to be seen drinking during the day. Like… you could. People would talk and stuff,” she responded nervously. Something was making her nervous. It was like she knew she was being watched and was afraid of being discovered. Was it her father? Would he kill her too if she messed things up for him?
“I do not give a bloody damn what anybody says. I do as I please and this is the underworld. Who will talk? Most people here are out of their minds anyway,” I responded in a nonchalant tone. I had to give her something to go home with so she would not be suspicious of my actions. If I behaved like I was some goody shoes, she would know at once that it was an act and report back accordingly.
“You are… That's right. It's the Underworld, nobody from back home is watching or anything like that,” she returned with a nervous chuckle. I noticed that she was more than nervous, her eyes kept darting about as though for some sort of signal, or she was waiting for someone to come or something to happen.
“Are you alright?” I asked her, as though I was worried about her.
“No, yes, yes. I'm fine,” came her response. Not too long after she said this, I heard a gun go off, and the bullet hit my thighs. It stung a little, but I was quick in plunging it out of my body. I looked around for the attacker, but I could see no one. I saw Irvette crouched down beside me. She had clearly anticipated this.
She turned to face me and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Of course… sure.”
“Do you want to postpone our drinks? You should go home… take care of yourself,” she had not even seen where the bullet had hit me, and already she assumed it was something that could be taken care of at home. I understood the gunshots now, they wanted to know if I had people with me or if I really was by myself here. Wasn't that sweet? They had never intended to kill me. It was a test, and I was happy to have won.
“No, I'm good actually, and I could really use a drink right now, you know?” I returned with a smile. No one would expect the cold princess to cry over a flesh wound.
“ Of course,” came her response. I noticed that she was no longer jittery. It was very clear now, that her knowledge of the shot had made her nervous, which told me that she did not trust the other person. She had expected to get shot too. It would mean that they were having problems. I was grateful for this. If I could play my cards right, then I could widen the divide between them.
We walked to a bar that was open throughout the day. When I entered, the bartender hollered at me in a friendly response and I winked back at him. I was a regular here, but I wanted Irvette to know that I spent a lot of time here. I wanted to give her the impression that I spent all my free time drinking booze and that I was not here for anything more than my father's errands.
I ordered our drinks, and we clinked glasses, but I had to ask, “How are you going to have a drink in those clothes?”
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