Marked By Lies: A Reverse Harem Series (The Marked Series Book 1) by Paige Orr (the red fox clan TXT) 📗

There’s a long pause, as if Mr. Sullivan can’t believe his ears. Not that that’s much of a surprise since he’s been searching for the necklace for years. Unfortunately for him though, he didn’t have the help of the most amazing seer and a Witchy best friend.

“Oh, Miss Greene. That’s wonderful news, however, did you find it so quickly?"

“I’m sorry Mr. Sullivan, but those are trade secrets. What I can tell you though is that I’ve had it confirmed to be the real deal before getting in touch with you. So whenever you can come and collect it would be great. I’m afraid that the job turned out to be more dangerous than I thought, so I would really like to hand it over as soon as possible.”

"Oh yes, that’s no bother at all. I can be at your office tomorrow at ten am sharp. Once I arrive, we can do the final transfer for the rest of your fee.”

“Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. I will let you go now to enjoy the rest of your evening.”

I hang up the phone, throwing it on top of the vanity. Releasing a deep sigh, I rub my hands down my face. Sure, things could have gone worse tonight, but they sure as hell would have gone better too. I just have to hope now that there will not be any other problems popping up.

As far as I can tell, I won’t be a suspect for the necklace's disappearance, what with my disguise and Zaphyr’s help in getting out of there. I still can’t believe that I just so happened to bump into one Prince as I robbed from another. Nika was right in that regard. If this turns into any more of a shit show then I’m royally fucked.

I let out a groan as I remove the last of my makeup before dragging my feet over to my bed and throwing myself down onto it. I have absolutely no energy after tonight’s fiasco, but as I close my eyes to go to sleep Casper the friendly fucking ghost decides to pop up and add even more bullshit to an already terrible night. I seriously have the fucking worst luck ever!

Chapter Eight

Morpheus

I study Zaph as he drives us further and further from Cailean’s house and I can tell that something is on his mind. Sure, he’s not a man of many words, but usually, he would at least laugh with me after ruffling those Seelie bastards' feathers. But with everything that's been happening, I guess he’s just not in the mood.

Saying that though he hasn’t seemed this up-tight over the last month, no matter how many reports landed on his desk regarding our people going missing. This leads me to think that something had to have happened when he disappeared earlier, but what could have put him in such a strange mood.

“If you have something you wish to ask me, Morph, then just spit it out. You of all people know I don’t have the patience for people who beat around the bush.”

“Alright man, there’s no need to get your panties in a bunch. I was just wondering what was on your mind, that’s all.”

“Oh nothing really, just a little songbird in a red dress who was in the right place at the right time.”

The grin that split across his face tells me it’s something more than that, especially since he’s not known for letting a piece of skirt turn his head. Luckily for me, I’m about the only person that he’ll let question him about things like this without removing their head from their shoulders.

“You're not exactly one to have your head turned so easily, old friend. So what’s so special about your new prey?”

“Well, it just so happens that my little songbird is an investigator who was skilled enough to sneak into the Seelie Prince’s home and steal from him, which is a feat in itself.”

My jaw drops as I sit there waiting for him to drop the punchline because surely this is just another one of his poor attempts at a joke. But when he does nothing but sit there, his grin getting impossibly wider, I know that he’s serious.

“No fucking way! Was she one of ours or was she Seelie?”

At this, his grin falls away to a deep frown, and he runs a hand through his shoulder-length black hair, leaving me even more confused. Surely he knows which side she belongs to, so why is he so hesitant to answer me?

“Well, she was neither actually.”

“Then what was she? A Witch? Vampire? A wolf maybe?”

He falls silent again, this time causing me to tense up with worry. What the hell could this little thief be? If it was anyone else that was so hesitant to answer, I would worry that their minds had been messed with, but Zaphyr's mind is too strong for anyone to get inside so it can’t be that.

“Come on, Zaph, you’re making me nervous. Surely whatever she is can’t be so bad that you can’t tell me.”

“It’s not that it’s bad, Morph. It’s that I don’t know what she is. When I first saw her I thought she was just a human which made me confused about the fact that she managed to get into a supernatural party, and that she seemed to know what surrounded her. So I followed her and watched as she took whatever it was her client sent her after and realized that she was something more.”

“But that’s impossible! There’s no group of supernaturals that you wouldn’t know by scent. Sure your nose isn’t quite as good as a wolfs, but it’s good enough! She must have been using something to conceal what she was, that’s the only thing that makes sense.”

He looks at me with annoyance, his