I Regret Nothing - JB Trepagnier Page 0,33
extra work when he never did before. He wasn’t even playing fifty questions with me in his office like he wanted to know that badly. Was this part of his fucked up game?
“He’s too interested in Rei for me,” Rajack said. “This is more than what she is. That fascinates me too. Faust doesn’t strike me as being super deep. He’s fucking crazy. If he wanted to know that badly, why doesn’t he bring her back to medical for a blood test?”
“It’s some fucked up game for him, but I haven’t figured out how it’s played yet. He maneuvered things, so I’m in his office, but he’s not interrogating me. I was supposed to be in the mailroom until he got back. He’s not onto this little plan of yours, is he?”
Dakarys shook his head.
“He can’t be. We’ve told no one, and if he suspected, he would have tried to kill us. He doesn’t even know about our little business, or he would have tried. We bring good shit in. Everyone knows better than to rat on that pipeline and keep the goods hidden.”
Faust was at my table as soon as the bell rang for people to report to work. I could feel his eyes boring holes in my back as we traveled down the yellowed halls and floors to his office. He unlocked the door and ushered me through.
I couldn’t find any rhyme or reason to the stacks of files, and he hadn’t chosen to enlighten me or help me. He walked over to a pile and pulled a folder out to hand it to me.
“This is your commissary file. Everything used to be done by paper check, but we have it by direct deposit now. Go through that and read me the routing and account number. I’ll get it set up. The commissary here has decent things, but they don’t have everything.”
Was Faust being…nice to me? He hadn’t seemed to give a shit about setting that up before. He’d been totally willing to let me go through every single file in here until I found it.
“I didn’t think you gave a shit.”
Faust winked at me. What the fuck?
“You’ve earned it. I hope whoever is funding it is generous.”
“He is.”
Faust crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Boyfriend?” he growled like it mattered.
“Why? Do you plan on hunting him too if I had one?”
Faust let out this little grunt like he totally would.
“Just making conversation, inmate. I was rude to you before.”
“Rude? You’re fucking hunting me to find out I am. You grunted at me when I tried to make a conversation with you. I’ve been digging through your files for days, and you just now decide I deserve my commissary that you should have done as soon as they processed me? What the fuck? My mentor was a wolf, but he didn’t fuck with people’s heads.”
Faust perked right up.
“A wolf taught you? Who was it?”
“Someone who is kind and not a psycho like you!”
“I’m not hunting you anymore, Rei,” he whispered.
I almost didn’t hear him. Since when did he use my given name? He always just called me inmate or the number they assigned me in processing. Did he figure me out already?
“So, what? You’ve figured me out, and this is the part where you kill me?”
Faust stalked over to me and grabbed my shoulders. He was pretty fucking intense when he met my eyes.
“I’m not going to kill you. You have my word, and I swear on my wolf. I’m not letting anyone else kill you either. That witch is going to be a problem.”
Well, that was fucking major. Hauser never swore on his wolf unless he meant it, and it had to be a significant oath for him to break that out. I was now sure of one thing. Faust wasn’t going to kill me, and he would make damned sure Venus didn’t either. He now knew my mentor was a wolf, and I would have totally understood the gravity of what he just promised me.
“I don’t get it. Did you figure out what I am?”
Faust went back to his desk and plopped in his chair.
“I still don’t have a fucking clue, and I’m dying to know. But you can tell me on your own time if you want. I’m not trying to fuck with you. Some things have come to light. I’ll explain later. For now, let’s get your commissary set up.”
I still didn’t trust Faust. Just because he promised not to kill me