So I pressed my hand tighter over Aurnia’s mouth as she tried to shout.
“You wanted to make yourself useful. So make yourself useful.”
I released my hand and she glared up at me. Her face petulant, childish, beautiful. I crossed back to the door and tossed her backpack out with her. It was heavier than I expected. I glanced once more over my shoulder and found that Aurnia had not moved from where I left her. She held the broom like a spear, the bucket like it was filled with ammo, the cleaning solution like a fucking grenade.
“I thank you for the opportunity,” she said through gritted teeth. “I hope not to disappoint.”
I snorted in amusement and slammed the door.
“Mason!” I called. “Rian! We need to talk!”
She thought it’d be that easy, infiltrating her way into Dublin Ink. But I had a few tricks up my sleeve, too. And I had more on the line than she could ever know.