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I'm meeting the Wattpad Stars: GavinHetherington and neverfakeit today for pizza! Please, somebody pinch me (be gentle).

Colton~~

My cousin leaps over the back of the sofa. "We're finally killing her?"

I finally got Iris to pass out, and now I have to deal with him? "No."

"Then why?" He thrusts his arm out toward Iris slumped on the ground.

Oh Bently, why didn't you keep your mouth shut?

I shrug walking back around my desk and open up—as I call it—the things-did-not-go-as-planned drawer. Making sure Bently can't see, I grab the bottle I've also deemed the things-did-not-go-as-planned bottle and pour it on the cloth.

"Colton, answer me."

I screw the lid back on and close the drawer and smile at him. "I'm not inclined to answer."

"Then why is Iris on your floor?"

I lunge for him, tackling him to the ground. He throws his arm toward my face, but I duck to the left and press the cloth down into his mouth. He tries to throw me off, but I press down harder. His movements slow until he stops moving all together.

Dropping the cloth, I stand and wipe my hands on my pants, staring at the two bodies now gracing my floor. This complicates things. Iris knows where I'm going and Bently knows I knocked Iris out and him. That's it then.

They have to come with me.

I open my office closet and grab a case of hypothermic needles filled with a serum that will keep the two of them knocked out until long after we are in the air. Jonas doesn't know I have this.

And he never needs to find out.

But one must always be prepared.

I roll up Bently's sleeve and clean his arm off with a wipe before injecting the needle. I don't bother wiping off Iris's arm before giving her the shot. She'll be fine, and if she isn't, well, who cares?

I grab my bags and take them to my car down in the garage located below the Estate. No one questions me. Scowling usually prevents that. I drive my car up to the surface and park out front. How exactly am I going to get those two to my car?

I return to my office studying the two bodies sprawled where I left them. Sighing, I scoop Iris up in my arms. She's a deadweight. Honestly it would be so easy to kill her. It's really not fair. I head out into the hall, hoping my scowl is again enough to keep anyone from asking me why my brother's fiancée is asleep in my arms. This probably looks bad, but not as bad as it really is. We could only be having an illicit affair, instead I knocked her out and taking her out of the country against her will.

Servants and family members give me odd looks, and a few closer family members open their mouths but shut them when I send them a scowl. I've really perfected the art of it. With time and patience, you can master almost anything.

"Colton, there—" My mother stops short in the hallway from where she rounded the corner. My father is at her side.

"Why is Iris asleep?" he asks. "And in your arms?"

"She's taken to sobbing uncontrollably around me since Jonas left. She passed out on the couch in my office."

My mother points behind me. "Her room is that way."

"I thought I'd take her on a short trip to get her mind off Jonas leaving."

My father crosses his arms. "You really think your brother would like you taking his fiancée on a vacation? And don't you have work?"

Iris is getting heavier by the minute. "I can get work done wherever we go, and we need the bonding time. Bently is coming as a chaperone. I figured that would make Jonas happy, knowing that I wouldn't be seducing his fiancée out from under him."

My mother purses her lips. "I somehow find it hard to believe that Bently is the chaperone Jonas would be all right with."

Jonas would be doing a much better job at this than I am, and not because Iris is his fiancée. He's always been better at giving speeches on the spot. "He was he only one who would agree. Besides, we're going to go to Brydan's. Just for a few days."

My father crosses his arms, pinning me with his stare. "Why is the first we're hearing about it?"

"Brydan and I just worked out the details, and I no longer have to tell you everything I do."

Pain flashes across my mother's face, but I manage to keep myself from wincing.

"I'll see you both soon."

Five minutes later, I finally deposit Iris in my car, sitting her upright and buckling her in. She leans forward, her head hitting the seat in front of her, but if she wakes up with a sore back, I frankly don't care.

I return for Bently, and as I really take the sight of him in—his larger size, his more noticeable muscles than Iris—I realize I have no idea how to transport an even heavier deadweight than her. I am not carrying my cousin bridal style. He's far too heavy for that.

Dragging his arm around my neck and over my shoulder, I pull him up and haul him out the door. Society members give us wide-eye looks and hushed whispers.

They should just assume he's drunk.

I make it passed the staircase. The front door is in sight.

Sebastian steps out of one of the lounges, drawing to a halt when he sees us. "What happened to him?"

Bently's body starts to slide out of my grasp. I try tightening my hold, but he continues to slip.

"Had a little too much to drink. Help me get him to the car."

Sebastian dashes forward and lifts Bently's arm and ducks under it to let it rest on his shoulders. "Where are you taking him?"

"He's going to chaperone Iris, and I on a trip to Brydan's." I walk forward, forcing Eli to follow.

"Him chaperone Iris?" Sometimes it's better not to ask questions. Apparently after over twenty years in the Society he hasn't realized this.

"That's why this happened." I tilt my head toward Bently and his drunken state.

I grapple with the door, managing to get it open.

"With Jonas gone shouldn't you and Bently be here to help?"

I shake my head. "I know you're all quite capable."

He snorts. "That doesn't sound like you."

"I know Gwen is capable, and you're all too scared of her not to listen to her."

"That was when she forced us to give her makeovers when we were children."

"We're all still children to her, so your point is what?"

Sebastian doesn't deign to answer. He opens my front passenger door and blinks.

"Why is she asleep though?"

"The lovesick fool cried herself to sleep."

I don't mind that we shove and squeeze rather than ease Bently into the car. He's done enough to deserve a lack of care.

Sebastian shuts the door and rolls his shoulders back before giving them a rub. "Even if you're the one to kill her, Jonas will punish us all."

I walk around my car to the driver's door. I'm not messing with packing their bags. They can get a change of clothes in France.

Over the top of the car, Sebastian watches me.

"A healthy dose of fear goes a long way."

"I'd rather not have to worry about Jonas's wrath."

I slip into my seat. "Oh well," I say and close the door. I take one glance at Iris and one at Bently. Go to France. Find Vienna. Get back before Jonas finds out. That'd be easy if it weren't for the Iris and Bently. Iris, whose engagement means I can't have Vienna, and Bently, who has an irrational hatred for the princess of France. 


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