Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

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The discusson went on for a while with so much back and forth about theories about and stair

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Amyway the meeting is frustrating, but necessary

When we talk about the demise of the Late member. His death is a message, bon then we neeil so replace lum

As I drive home, I think about everything allover aga

Mary s sigggestion that Amica might be mvolved in the attack seeitos far–fetched to me. Amica’s world has been confined to her former pad idea that she has connections capable of orchestrating such an event makes in sense, it is quite illogical

A few days after the mesdent, my team gathered intel pointing to a possible regue camp right within Blackwater City | joined them to investigate While we didn’t encounter any rogues, their scrit was mumistakable–a clear sight they’ve lieti liete recently.

It’s baffling. How could rogues establish a presence in our city soutout defection! Their milicity is both alarming

The synty in Blackwater Cay is airtight–or so I thongly. There’s no way rognes could stilirate this place unless someone from the inside is aiding That’s the only explanation. I’ve instructed my im to kerja discreet watch on the location we discurril Noi

displays. I want them to observe quieth; taser who comes and goes.

Amica’s safety is me priority, whether I want to admit it or not. She occupies my thoughts more than she should, and every decision I make it to circle back to her. Mary wasn’t entirely wrong–Afterall that it’s the mate hons), isn’t it? hi has to be.

Amica’s thriving in her role here, settling in as if she was meant to be part of this pack. She doesit seem to miss beers or entertain any ilmnights of running back to that pathetic excuse of a woll.

Yet, I can’t fully trust her. I’ve let myself be vulnerable with her, more than fal ever intended. And damn it, I can’t get her out of my mind.

Every time I close my eyes, it’s her. Her scent, her touch, the way she responds to me it consumes me. Lemn’t deny it anymore. Nothing else, no one else, interests me. Her voice, her moans, the way she feel–it’s all I crave. Every night. I find myself wanning her, needing her to 68 that nothing else can. I hate it as much as I want it

But I can’t let her get too comfortable. I can’t let her see just how much power she hobbs over me. My body may ache for hers, but I’ll be damned if I let her know just how deeply she’s managed to inwade my every waking thought

When I arrive home. I barely step out of the car before Mary rushes toward me, her lace red with anger, her handh thuttering as she speaks. Her voice is sharp and quick, filled with accusations.

“Deckard, she threw me out of the house like I was some common servant! Amica humiliated nie in front of everyone!” she cries, clinching her chest like she’s just been gravely wronged.

I raise an eyebrow, skeptical, Still, the claim shocks me enough to demand answers. What would possess. Amica to make such a bobl move!

1 head straight to Amica’s room to confront her. She’s there, calm as ever, folding clothes like nothing happened.

“What did you do to Mary!” I ask, my voice low and controlled, though the anger slammers beneath it. “Did you really kick her out of the castle! What gives you the right to do that?”

She doesn’t even look up, her focus still on the neat stack of clothes she’s organizing. “First of all, I didn’t kick her out of the castle yet

her tone even “Just the dising hall. I told you earlier, didn’t If Well, you asked me to the my Lama powers to keep my subjects under control, and that’s exactly what I dul”

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I ran against the doorframe, crossing my arms as I assess her, a mix of irritation and armisement bubbling within me. “Oh wow” I say, my tomr Led with mockery. “I can see you’re leaning into this role a little too quickly. You had better be careful because you can slip” I say but she doesn’t Live a reply

The thought of Mary being outmaneuvered by Amica–of all people–is almost too good to be true. For once, Mary is the one who has to scramble, and it’s downright hilarious.

“And what exactly are you doing folding clothes?” ask, feigning nonchalance but genuinely curious. “Don’t we have servants for that?”

Her hands don’t faller as she places another raily folded piece onto the growing pile, “Im setting them aside for the auction. We’ll donate the pereds to the Backwater orphanage.”

1 blink, caught off guard “Since when do we have an auction?”

“Since I organized a” she says rally

Of course, she did. I stare at her for a moment, debating whether to press further. Part of me is impressed by her initiative; the other part doesn’t want to admit it. Instead, I wave it off, pretending to the indifferent.

“Do whatever you want, I mutter, turning to leave. But as I walk away, I can’t shake the growing realization that Amica might just be a force to reckon with.

I’ve promised not to interfere in the matter any further, so I decide to find a way to make amends with Mary. When I approach her, she’s visibly unimpressed, arma crossed and a scowl firmly planted on her face.