He laughed. “The public would eat that up.”
I sipped my tea. “See, I have great ideas. I don’t need a prince.”
“Eadlyn, you could run the world on your own if you needed to. That’s not the point,” he said with a chuckle.
“We’ll see.”
CHAPTER 19
I STOPPED BY JACK’S ROOM after dinner, and he was waiting for me outside the door. That was kind of strange, but I figured his nerves had gotten the best of him.
“Good evening, Jack,” I said, approaching.
“Your Highness,” he replied with a bow.
“You can call me Eadlyn.”
He smiled. “Great. Eadlyn.”
There was an awkward silence as I waited for him to offer his arm. He simply stood there, his smile tight but his eyes animated. When I finally gave up on him figuring it out, I pointed toward the stairs. “It’s this way.”
“Super.” Then he started walking ahead of me, even though he didn’t know the way.
“No, Jack. We need to turn here.” I said the same thing maybe three or four times as we traveled, and he never apologized. He simply went where I told him as if he’d been planning to go that way all along. I did my best to let his missteps slide. With a handful of boys already mentally lined up for the next elimination, I didn’t want a reason to add Jack to that list.
The palace went up four stories, but it went down much farther. The Report was filmed on the sub-one floor, and there was a storage area as well as the theater. The staff and guards also had rooms on the first and second sublevels, but their quarters weren’t connected to the theater wing. There was also a monstrous safe room beneath all of that. I’d only had to go there twice that I remembered: once during a drill when I was three and once when the last string of rebels attacked us shortly after.
It was strange to think about it. The rebels were gone, but now we were faced with different pockets of people fighting the monarchy. I almost wished the rebels still existed. At least we could put a name to that. At least back then we knew exactly who we were fighting.
I shook my head, coming back to the situation at hand. I was on a date. As I remembered that fact, I chided myself. Dad would have wanted a camera here for this. Oh, well. Next time.
“So, I hope you like movies.”
“I do,” Jack replied enthusiastically.
“Good. I do as well, but it’s not always possible for me to go out to the theater. We have access to a few new films downstairs, though our options are limited. Chances are we’ll have something good.”
“That’s great.” It was strange, this fine line he was walking between being rude and polite. I wondered if he simply didn’t know how many mistakes he was making.
A butler had already made us popcorn, and I used the remote to scroll through our options.
“How about Eye of the Beholder?” I suggested. The brief description hinted at romance and drama, as did the poster image.
“That sounds okay. Any action in that one?”
“I don’t think so. There is in Black Diamonds.” The picture was dark and brooding, with the silhouette of a man with a gun off to one side. It wasn’t something I’d have seen of my own volition.
“Yeah! That sounds good.”
“We have other choices,” I said, trying to make my way back to the menu.
“But this is what I want to watch. It won’t be too scary. And if it is, you can snuggle up next to me.”
I made a face, wondering if I should have given Apsel more consideration. The seats in our theater were wide and very soft. The only way I could snuggle up to anyone would be to squish myself into his seat, which was not going to happen. Also, I’d rather be scarred for life than admit to being afraid.
Then again, that wasn’t what I was worried about with this movie. It simply didn’t seem worth watching.
I sighed, feeling a little overrun. Again, it was as if he wasn’t aware of how foolish he was acting. I let it go, thinking I’d need to tell Dad that the boys as a whole required more etiquette training, and started the movie.
Long story short, Main Guy’s dad was killed by Bad Guy. Main Guy spends his life tracking down Bad Guy, but Bad Guy slips from his grasp several times. Main Guy sleeps with Super Blonde. Super Blonde disappears. Main Guy kills Bad Guy, and Super Blonde shows up again. Oh, and some things explode.
Jack seemed to enjoy it, but I was bored. If Super Blonde had killed someone, I might have cared a little more.
But at least we didn’t have to talk.
When the credits rolled, I used the remote to raise the lights.
“So, what did you think?” he asked, his eyes bright with excitement.
“It was okay. Definitely seen better.”
The movie seemed to leave him hyperanimated. “But the effects were incredible!”
“Sure, but the story was tired.”
He squinted his eyes. “I liked it.”
“All right.”
“Does that make you upset?”
I made a face. “No. It just means you have bad taste.”
He laughed, a dark sound that was more foreboding than friendly. “I love it when you do that.”
“Do what?” I stood and took my popcorn bowl to the counter, leaving it for the staff.
“I’ve been waiting all night for a little of your attitude.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve been hoping you’d get mad or snippy.” He brought his bowl over, too. “When you cleared out the Men’s Parlor the day after the parade? That was great. I mean, I don’t want to go home, but I wouldn’t be devastated if you yelled at me.”
I stared at him. “Jack, you do realize we’ve hardly spoken to each other, and in the first conversation we have, you reveal that my anger turns you on. Do you see how this might be a lapse in judgment on your part?”
He broke into a smile, undeterred. “I thought you’d appreciate my honesty. I have the feeling you get irritated easily, and I want you to know that doesn’t bother me. I actually like it.”
Jack reached for my hand, and I ripped it away. “You thought wrong. This date is over. Goodnight.”
He caught up to me, grabbing me again. I didn’t want to admit how scared I was, but I could feel the icy strands of fear pulsing through my veins. He was bigger than me, and he seemed to enjoy a fight.
“Don’t run off,” he said silkily. “I’m only trying to tell you that I think I could be a good fit for you, an easy match.” He ran his fingers down my cheek and under my jaw. His breathing was speeding up, and I knew I couldn’t waste time. I had to get out of here now.
I sipped my tea. “See, I have great ideas. I don’t need a prince.”
“Eadlyn, you could run the world on your own if you needed to. That’s not the point,” he said with a chuckle.
“We’ll see.”
CHAPTER 19
I STOPPED BY JACK’S ROOM after dinner, and he was waiting for me outside the door. That was kind of strange, but I figured his nerves had gotten the best of him.
“Good evening, Jack,” I said, approaching.
“Your Highness,” he replied with a bow.
“You can call me Eadlyn.”
He smiled. “Great. Eadlyn.”
There was an awkward silence as I waited for him to offer his arm. He simply stood there, his smile tight but his eyes animated. When I finally gave up on him figuring it out, I pointed toward the stairs. “It’s this way.”
“Super.” Then he started walking ahead of me, even though he didn’t know the way.
“No, Jack. We need to turn here.” I said the same thing maybe three or four times as we traveled, and he never apologized. He simply went where I told him as if he’d been planning to go that way all along. I did my best to let his missteps slide. With a handful of boys already mentally lined up for the next elimination, I didn’t want a reason to add Jack to that list.
The palace went up four stories, but it went down much farther. The Report was filmed on the sub-one floor, and there was a storage area as well as the theater. The staff and guards also had rooms on the first and second sublevels, but their quarters weren’t connected to the theater wing. There was also a monstrous safe room beneath all of that. I’d only had to go there twice that I remembered: once during a drill when I was three and once when the last string of rebels attacked us shortly after.
It was strange to think about it. The rebels were gone, but now we were faced with different pockets of people fighting the monarchy. I almost wished the rebels still existed. At least we could put a name to that. At least back then we knew exactly who we were fighting.
I shook my head, coming back to the situation at hand. I was on a date. As I remembered that fact, I chided myself. Dad would have wanted a camera here for this. Oh, well. Next time.
“So, I hope you like movies.”
“I do,” Jack replied enthusiastically.
“Good. I do as well, but it’s not always possible for me to go out to the theater. We have access to a few new films downstairs, though our options are limited. Chances are we’ll have something good.”
“That’s great.” It was strange, this fine line he was walking between being rude and polite. I wondered if he simply didn’t know how many mistakes he was making.
A butler had already made us popcorn, and I used the remote to scroll through our options.
“How about Eye of the Beholder?” I suggested. The brief description hinted at romance and drama, as did the poster image.
“That sounds okay. Any action in that one?”
“I don’t think so. There is in Black Diamonds.” The picture was dark and brooding, with the silhouette of a man with a gun off to one side. It wasn’t something I’d have seen of my own volition.
“Yeah! That sounds good.”
“We have other choices,” I said, trying to make my way back to the menu.
“But this is what I want to watch. It won’t be too scary. And if it is, you can snuggle up next to me.”
I made a face, wondering if I should have given Apsel more consideration. The seats in our theater were wide and very soft. The only way I could snuggle up to anyone would be to squish myself into his seat, which was not going to happen. Also, I’d rather be scarred for life than admit to being afraid.
Then again, that wasn’t what I was worried about with this movie. It simply didn’t seem worth watching.
I sighed, feeling a little overrun. Again, it was as if he wasn’t aware of how foolish he was acting. I let it go, thinking I’d need to tell Dad that the boys as a whole required more etiquette training, and started the movie.
Long story short, Main Guy’s dad was killed by Bad Guy. Main Guy spends his life tracking down Bad Guy, but Bad Guy slips from his grasp several times. Main Guy sleeps with Super Blonde. Super Blonde disappears. Main Guy kills Bad Guy, and Super Blonde shows up again. Oh, and some things explode.
Jack seemed to enjoy it, but I was bored. If Super Blonde had killed someone, I might have cared a little more.
But at least we didn’t have to talk.
When the credits rolled, I used the remote to raise the lights.
“So, what did you think?” he asked, his eyes bright with excitement.
“It was okay. Definitely seen better.”
The movie seemed to leave him hyperanimated. “But the effects were incredible!”
“Sure, but the story was tired.”
He squinted his eyes. “I liked it.”
“All right.”
“Does that make you upset?”
I made a face. “No. It just means you have bad taste.”
He laughed, a dark sound that was more foreboding than friendly. “I love it when you do that.”
“Do what?” I stood and took my popcorn bowl to the counter, leaving it for the staff.
“I’ve been waiting all night for a little of your attitude.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve been hoping you’d get mad or snippy.” He brought his bowl over, too. “When you cleared out the Men’s Parlor the day after the parade? That was great. I mean, I don’t want to go home, but I wouldn’t be devastated if you yelled at me.”
I stared at him. “Jack, you do realize we’ve hardly spoken to each other, and in the first conversation we have, you reveal that my anger turns you on. Do you see how this might be a lapse in judgment on your part?”
He broke into a smile, undeterred. “I thought you’d appreciate my honesty. I have the feeling you get irritated easily, and I want you to know that doesn’t bother me. I actually like it.”
Jack reached for my hand, and I ripped it away. “You thought wrong. This date is over. Goodnight.”
He caught up to me, grabbing me again. I didn’t want to admit how scared I was, but I could feel the icy strands of fear pulsing through my veins. He was bigger than me, and he seemed to enjoy a fight.
“Don’t run off,” he said silkily. “I’m only trying to tell you that I think I could be a good fit for you, an easy match.” He ran his fingers down my cheek and under my jaw. His breathing was speeding up, and I knew I couldn’t waste time. I had to get out of here now.
