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    Rogue Charade
    Rogue Charade
    Rogue Charade
    Ebook81 pages1 hour

    Rogue Charade

    By Isadora Brown

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    What more could Robert be hiding? Lara intends to find out.

    With the start of a new semester, Lara is thrust right back into Godslayer Academy. This time, she's alone.

    She still doesn't know if Riella's presence at Robert's home -- and the gossip surrounding the couple -- is true.

    She doesn't care.

    What hurts is that Robert kept something from her again, and this time, Lara doesn't think they can come back from this. It doesn't help that Robert reassigns Lara to a different class and refuses to have her as his lab assistant.

    Is this part of his elaborate scheme to keep her away from danger? Or is there something more nefarious.

    Lara isn't sure, but if she intends to find out, she must choose to trust Robert all while digging deeper into his past with Riella if she's going to figure out just who's responsible for pulling the strings.

    Fans of The Avengers and A Court of Thorns & Roses are devouring this fictive paranormal academy romance saga by a USA Today Best Selling Author. Scroll up and 1-click your copy today!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHeather C. Myers
    Release dateAug 29, 2022
    ISBN9781005765026
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      Rogue Charade - Isadora Brown

      Chapter One

      There could be no good reason why Riella was at Robert’s home. There was no way he would let her in…right? This had to be some kind of attack. She must have watched the demonstration, must have known Robert well enough to know exactly how he was going to respond to it. She was here to take advantage of that, to slip in easily, maybe seduce him, and then she was going to strike.

      It was so clear to me.

      Robert was in danger. I had to help him.

      Yes? she asked. I’m sorry, who are you?

      I swallowed. I’m here to see Robert, I said. Is he available?

      Concern littered her brow, and I hated how genuine it looked. Like she actually cared about him.

      What if she did? If the Tragedy at South Haven was caused because he broke up with her, then maybe she does still care?

      I didn’t want to think about that. I didn’t want to think about the two of them together. But maybe if she still cared, maybe she wouldn’t hurt him. Maybe he was okay?

      I’m so sorry, she said. He’s indisposed. Perhaps I could –

      Not good enough.

      I pushed through into the house, taking her by surprise.

      Robert? I called, turning towards the staircase that would lead me up to his bedroom. Robert?

      Excuse me. She grabbed my arm and whirled me around. 

      I yanked my arm out of her grasp. Don’t touch me, I warned.

      Or what? Riella’s lips curled into a smug smirk, her brown eyes twinkling with mischief. In that moment, I knew I hated her. Even with her smug face, she was beautiful, but all I could see was a thin woman with a black heart. 

      I’m not here to fight you, I said, putting my hands up slowly. I didn’t want her to make any assumptions about me being aggressive. I couldn’t fight; I knew that. But I wasn’t going to sit around and let whatever she was doing to Robert to continue. Robert sent for me. I’m going to him. I don’t know you at all. He never told me you would be here. So, until I hear it from his lips that he’s okay –

      Freckles? My heart jumped at the sound of his voice, and I turned to look back at Robert. He looked practically brand new as he made his way down in a soft, light blue T-shirt that fit his stocky frame, and black joggers. His dark hair was messy, and it wouldn’t surprise me to learn he hadn’t combed it.

      But he looked better.

      So much better.

      I went to him. I didn’t even think about it. The second he reached the foot of the stairs, I reached out to him until he gave me a look and refused to come any closer to me. It felt like a slap across my face, but I clenched my teeth together. Maybe he was doing this because Riella was here. Maybe he didn’t want her to know we were…

      Hell, I didn’t even know what we were at this point.

      I swallowed. Are you all right? I forced myself to ask.

      Why wouldn’t I be? he asked as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

      I tried to tell her you weren’t injured, Riella said, slowly walking to Robert, all the grace and predatorial swagger of a jungle cat. When she reached him, she placed a hand over his shoulder and let her fingers hang just above his pectoral muscle.

      I looked away. My stomach twisted. I didn’t want to see whatever this was. I didn’t want to be around it. I thought Robert’s stomach was still in turmoil after his night, but mine seemed to be too. I was close to throwing up all over the fancy hardwood floor.

      What are you doing here? I demanded to know, angling my shoulders in her direction. I knew I should probably keep a lid on my temper, but seeing her touch Robert and knowing the history between them and Robert’s abrupt dismissal wasn’t doing anything to calm me down. I needed to know what the hell was going on.

      She’s angry, this friend of yours, Riella said, completely ignoring me and looking at Robert.

      Robert shifted, refusing to look at me. She’s not my friend, he said. Just a kid that shadows me at work.

      Another injury, this time a punch to the gut. I lost air.

      Can I talk to you? I demanded, raising my brows. Please?

      I didn’t know you allowed children to come to your house to speak to you personally. Riella’s voice was smooth, but there was an edge to her tone. I wouldn’t go as far to say it was a warning, but it was something similar to that.

      Why are you here? I repeated. I wished I could plop on the couch, but my body was too tense. I was surprised I wasn’t pacing the length of the living room or bumping my shin against the corner of the coffee table.

      Surely you know what your boss experienced yesterday, she said. The trauma he had to endure on live television. I came to see if he was all right?

      "You?" I asked.

      You know what? Robert interjected. I’m just going to see what she wants and then send her on the way, okay? Riella, can you wait in the living room? This won’t take long. Without warning, Robert grabbed my wrist and all but dragged me down the hall and into the first room on the right. 

      Once we were inside, he slammed the door behind him, flipped on the lights – wincing the second they came on – and whirled around to face me. I flinched at the glare on his face, the open aggression in his dark, still-bloodshot eyes. The firm tuck of his chin, the thin press of his lips. Like I was the enemy.

      What are you doing here? he demanded to know in a low voice, like he expected Riella to be on the other side of the door, ear pressed against it, trying to listen in on our conversation. 

      Quite frankly,

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