Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Rolling her eyes, Brattier folded the letter using the pleats already made before allowing herself to speak. This could be used to her advantage. Was that why Clane bad sent the letter? No, that didn’t make sense. How could she have known the ruling would be execution? Then again, Claire wasn’t human. With magic at her beck and call, it was possible she’d somehow foreseen this outcome Maybe. Okay, no, that was unlikely. She’d never been good at predicting anything so this theory made even less sense.

Also, why was everyone so insistent on using Beatrice’s full name? It was really starting to annoy her how often she’d been hearing it lately. Sure, a person’s true name was suppose to hold some kind of power over them but it came across as rude when everyone and their pet dog used it.

Get some new material, assholes.

“Well, what? I don’t know who sent the letter,” she shrugged. “I can’t even read the signature.”

“Who wrote it.”

Why was he being so insistent on the identity of the writer? Did he want to learn calligraphy or something? If she told him the truth, it would ruin what

little advantage the letter might provide. “Why should I tell you?,” she finally asked, having forced Tweedledick to stew in silence for another minute.

“What’s in it for me?”

His back stiffened an impressive feat for someone with perfect posture as his eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

“My freedom.”

Tweedledick hesitated, then shook his head.

Hold up. Did he just hesitate? Why the hell had he hesitated? Had he actually, seriously, considered letting her go? Had the world turned upside down?

Taking a breath, Beatrice forced herself to focus. “I figured. Can’t blame me for trying. Uhm, let’s see…” She trailed off, trying to think of something that might give her an upper hand.

Nothing came to mind. Dammit.

“Well?,” he prodded, asking instead of demanding. Another surprising change from his usual attitude when she didn’t do what he wanted.

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“Why are you so insistent on knowing who wrote the letter?,” she found herself asking, stalling for time as she tried to find something of comparable value.

Tweedledick averted his gaze, a grimace on his face.

What the hell was going on with this guy? “Right… well…” Beatrice played with the folded letter only to realize Tweedledick was watching out of the corner of his eye. No matter where she moved the letter, his gaze tracked it.

Something about the letter itself had caught his interest; now the question was what. The contents were cryptic – at least to Beatrice think that was the cause of his fixation. He was demanding to know the writer.

“You have to give me something,” she told the wolf with a shrug. “I’m not going to help you for free.”

“Alpha Donovan Mchezaji brought that letter, saying he was to deliver it if the Council ruled to execute you.”

but she didn’t

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Chapter 150

Talder Alphaws Dosovan was playing paperlow for Claire? Now that was interesting. Very interesting. “Weird. He likes me about as much as do

“He requested to be part of the meeting but was unable to make it in time. He said since his pack played a part in this he’d like to see it thenegh to frow

end.”

Beatrice frowned. Even weirder. She’d been certain the Mchezaji Alphass had washed his hands of her the moment she’d left his pack lands. Why was be

here now? What changed his mind? “Okay, I’ve made up my mind. I want to talk to Donovan you can bring him down here or whatever, I don’t care

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