King (Endgame Book 1) by Riley Ashby

Author:Riley Ashby [Ashby, Riley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-01T18:30:00+00:00

I went looking for Ellery long after Luke and I had both worn ourselves out with Leo and Max in the yard. The garden caretaker assured me he would watch after Luke, so I left him outside and wandered back to the house. I didn’t want to go to dinner sweaty and covered in dog drool, so I took a quick shower. I emerged from the bathroom to find a tray of food waiting by my bed.

I frowned. Was I not expected to come down to dinner? Had I done something wrong by not coming in earlier? I went to the dining room anyway only to find it empty.

I ate alone and pondered what would happen next. Surely, he wasn’t angry at me. How could he be? He could have asked me to come inside with him at any point. Sure, I didn’t need to stay outside with the dogs as long as I did, but it’s not like it was midnight. It was barely even past dinner time. In fact, the more I thought about it, the angrier I was that he would drop me like this. Was I supposed to wait around for him to come find me again?

No.

I was going to him.

The door in my closet leading to the back passageways was permanently open. I opened it so often to go to the library that it didn’t make sense for me to even bother closing it. And I supposed I wouldn’t have been surprised or angry if that library’s owner had found his way to this end either.

It took several wrong turns and some doubling back, but I knew the general direction of Ellery’s room and finally opened the door into his closet. He was across the bedroom, his back to me. He turned his head as I opened the door.

“You found your way,” he said. He sounded impressed. “They're not meant to be easy to navigate.”

I got about halfway across the room to him before I stopped. I had come with the intent of telling him off for abandoning me, but I felt suddenly ridiculous for ever thinking I could do such a thing. Here I was in a ratty T-shirt and gym shorts, hair still damp from the shower, thinking I was going to yell at the man who had made me swear to obey him just because he decided not to have dinner with me for one night.

What really lessened my anger, though, was the way he clutched the back of his neck even as he turned to face me. He held a whisky glass in one hand.

I squinted. “Do you have a headache?”

He nodded, looking sheepish, like he was embarrassed to admit a weakness. “Long day, artificial lights. Comes with the territory. It’s not too bad.”

Every trace of manufactured anger washed from me and was replaced with worry. “You need water, not whisky.”

He shook the whisky in his hand, a single ice cube clinking against the glass.

I tried not to laugh. “That doesn’t count at all.

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