Neither is an ideal solution. And I’m not ready to give up everything to spite him.
“I accept.”
“Perfect,” he purrs.
Ender turns and walks away, leaving me standing there, tied to the one man who knows exactly who I am and intends to control me because of it.
chapter
thirty-one
Haven
Knox tries to engage me in conversation, but I just sulk in the passenger seat.
I can’t believe Ender is blackmailing me to be his wife.Me. Any sane, rational man would rejoice at the thought of marrying my perfect twin. Mercy is kind, understanding, and smart, whereas I’m the complete opposite: rude, loud-mouthed, caustic.
Mercy couldn’t believe it when I told her that Ender knew. And that he was not going to arrest and kill us.
“Ender is the worst person I’ve ever met.” I seethe.
“I can name a couple of people worse than him,” Knox says with an insufferable smile.
“Who, you?” I retort.
“Ouch.” He chuckles, rubbing his chest. “That hurt.”
“You deserve it for always defending him.”
“You can’t blame Ender,” he says. “You’ve both been colluding against him.”
I’m not surprised that Ender told Knox the truth; those two are always whispering in the corner like lovers. What Ender knows, Knox knows, and vice versa.
“It had nothing to do with him,” I say. “It was always about Mercy and me and what we want with our lives. Besides, he got the better end of the stick. Mercy will make an excellent wife.”
“She’s lovely,” Knox agrees, admiration coating his words.
I glance at him suspiciously and sit upright.
“Wait, do youlikemy sister?”
“No,” he says quickly. “I hardly know her.”
“She wouldn’t go for a soldier,” I say. “She hates violence.”
“I’m not violent.” Knox pouts. “I’m gentle like a puppy.”
I glance at the sniper that lazily rests in the back; he has tied the safety belt across it so it doesn’t jostle. He treats the damn thing like a needy child, always petting and whispering to it.
“Mabel doesn’t count,” he says.
“You named a weapon?” I raise a brow.
“No, the man who sold her to me did,” Knox says. “But it fits. She feels like a Mabel.”
“I’m too tired for this conversation.” I lean my head against the window. “And frankly, I don’t know what any of those words you strung together mean.”
Knox’s wild laugh fills the space, and I shake my head, a smile pulling on my lips as we make our way to the Forge.
