The Other Switch (The Forever Series, Book 7.5): The Forever series, Book 7.5 by Eve Newton Page B
Authors: Eve Newton
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freak me out a bit. Are you sure you are okay? Did you have another dream? Has The Thirteen come back to bother you?” the husband asks, all concerned.
“The Thirteen?” I ask, surprised. What is he still doing around? He should have been dealt with a millennium ago. “Um, yes, The Thirteen,” I say, determined now to do a bit of digging. “It seems it has come back to destroy me after I have been Queen for…” I say and wave my hand about, hoping someone will fill me in. I am clearly not Empress here.
“Eight months,” the boy with the gorgeous eyes says. Actually, to be fair, they all have gorgeous eyes. She indeed has a type.
“Yes, eight months,” I say and inside I am quaking. Eight months? I had been Queen for nearly eight hundred years before I became Empress. She is weak and this is just too strange. How is this possible? However, I am not one to sit around; while I am here I might as well try to help, without being too obvious.
“We should deal with him first,” I state. They all look at me. Sure, Other me must have said that before, so I add, “I think I may know a way.”
“What?” they almost all say in unison as they lean forward and I quite like the stand to attention. Where I come from, I have fear and respect, but no one really supports me in the way that these seem to with her.
I stand and say, “I need to think about it some more. We shall meet again tomorrow at the same time,” remembering what Mr. Sinclair had said about taking me out training again. Must keep up pretenses while I am here.
They all look at me in wonder and I have to determine that my counterpart is probably not the best leader this group has ever seen. Well, that will change while I am here. I will get them to fall in line before I leave here. My concern then lies with what she will do with my Empire while she is over there. I have worked long and hard to implement the rules and regulations. I know my status, but she clearly does not. I hope that she doesn’t end up destroying everything I have worked for.
I stalk off to the bedroom, leaving them all staring after me and forgetting all about Ramon. The husband tells everyone to get out and they go and it is just him and me, which is somewhat awkward. I change into a long navy blue satin nightgown with a cream lace trim and his brows go up, but he doesn’t say anything as I pick up her phone and feign interest as I sit at the dresser. I really need to get into this thing to find out more about her.
“Do you know my passcode?” I ask him. “It’s not working.” I hold the phone out to him, but he shrugs.
“No. Does Jess know?”
Jess? I shrug myself. “Maybe.”
“I’ll ring Devon. Ask her if she knows,” he says, staring at me curiously.
He takes out his phone and calls Devon, which I am going to assume is the boy with the stunning eyes.
He speaks into the phone and says to me, “She doesn’t know but Scott might. She will get him to call you.”
I nod. And Scott would be?
I answer it on the first ring and he says “Liv? You don’t remember your passcode?”
“It’s not working,” I amend.
“Try it again…2233. Should work,” he says, confused.
2233? What is that?
“Oh, very good. I’ll try again. So sorry to bother you,” I say, trying to sound apologetic.
“No worries. I have to go, I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Of course.” And I hang up and punch it in. It opens, hm. Now I can do some digging.
“All good?” the husband asks.
“Yes, thank you,” I say dismissively and open up messages. I hope to find out what his name is by something in here.
I see messages from Devon, Lincoln, Xane, and two people called CK and Cole. Both of those are loving and hard to determine. CK? I am going to go with Constantine with that one, seeing as he isn’t listed anywhere here under his full name and those would be his first two initials. A bit familiar, this one, isn’t she? It surprises me that he lets her be so. So the
“The Thirteen?” I ask, surprised. What is he still doing around? He should have been dealt with a millennium ago. “Um, yes, The Thirteen,” I say, determined now to do a bit of digging. “It seems it has come back to destroy me after I have been Queen for…” I say and wave my hand about, hoping someone will fill me in. I am clearly not Empress here.
“Eight months,” the boy with the gorgeous eyes says. Actually, to be fair, they all have gorgeous eyes. She indeed has a type.
“Yes, eight months,” I say and inside I am quaking. Eight months? I had been Queen for nearly eight hundred years before I became Empress. She is weak and this is just too strange. How is this possible? However, I am not one to sit around; while I am here I might as well try to help, without being too obvious.
“We should deal with him first,” I state. They all look at me. Sure, Other me must have said that before, so I add, “I think I may know a way.”
“What?” they almost all say in unison as they lean forward and I quite like the stand to attention. Where I come from, I have fear and respect, but no one really supports me in the way that these seem to with her.
I stand and say, “I need to think about it some more. We shall meet again tomorrow at the same time,” remembering what Mr. Sinclair had said about taking me out training again. Must keep up pretenses while I am here.
They all look at me in wonder and I have to determine that my counterpart is probably not the best leader this group has ever seen. Well, that will change while I am here. I will get them to fall in line before I leave here. My concern then lies with what she will do with my Empire while she is over there. I have worked long and hard to implement the rules and regulations. I know my status, but she clearly does not. I hope that she doesn’t end up destroying everything I have worked for.
I stalk off to the bedroom, leaving them all staring after me and forgetting all about Ramon. The husband tells everyone to get out and they go and it is just him and me, which is somewhat awkward. I change into a long navy blue satin nightgown with a cream lace trim and his brows go up, but he doesn’t say anything as I pick up her phone and feign interest as I sit at the dresser. I really need to get into this thing to find out more about her.
“Do you know my passcode?” I ask him. “It’s not working.” I hold the phone out to him, but he shrugs.
“No. Does Jess know?”
Jess? I shrug myself. “Maybe.”
“I’ll ring Devon. Ask her if she knows,” he says, staring at me curiously.
He takes out his phone and calls Devon, which I am going to assume is the boy with the stunning eyes.
He speaks into the phone and says to me, “She doesn’t know but Scott might. She will get him to call you.”
I nod. And Scott would be?
I answer it on the first ring and he says “Liv? You don’t remember your passcode?”
“It’s not working,” I amend.
“Try it again…2233. Should work,” he says, confused.
2233? What is that?
“Oh, very good. I’ll try again. So sorry to bother you,” I say, trying to sound apologetic.
“No worries. I have to go, I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Of course.” And I hang up and punch it in. It opens, hm. Now I can do some digging.
“All good?” the husband asks.
“Yes, thank you,” I say dismissively and open up messages. I hope to find out what his name is by something in here.
I see messages from Devon, Lincoln, Xane, and two people called CK and Cole. Both of those are loving and hard to determine. CK? I am going to go with Constantine with that one, seeing as he isn’t listed anywhere here under his full name and those would be his first two initials. A bit familiar, this one, isn’t she? It surprises me that he lets her be so. So the
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