Chapter 15: Andrew

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Becky seemed uncomfortable once she realized we didn't have a chaperone. But I knew that the best way to get to know a person was to put them out of their element. What kind of girl was she? A good girl would ask for us to get a chaperone and a bad girl wouldn't. As we rode further into the field there was no doubt that she was a bad girl. She hadn't let go of her phone the entire time we'd spent outdoors. No matter what kind of conversation I brought up she didn't look away from her phone or put it away. I was more interesting than a phone, damn it!

"Andrew," she began. "Does it worry you that the rebels got close?"

"Well you can't blame them for being angry." 

She side eyed me as if she'd confirmed some kind of suspicion. 

"But they'll get what's coming. President Steel won't let these riots go on for long. You have to trust he'll take care of us."

"Of course, of course, long live, President Steel."

I turned the reigns turning my horse around.

"It isn't good for a lady to be alone with a man without a chaperone." I said.

"Right, right."

I flicked the reigns encouraging my horse to get into a gallop. One of my men was waiting for us at the barn and took our horses once we'd gotten off.

We walked back to the house only to be met by my sister with her hands folded in front of her.

Felicia always reminded me of a little woman with the way she carried herself as she as grew older, her mannerisms never changed. So, without a doubt, I knew there was something weighing down on her mind.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We need to talk, can we go into your study?" she replied.

"Certainly."

We excused ourselves from Becky as Felicia led the way to my study. She took a seat on the chair in front of my desk. I leaned against the front of it facing her with my arms crossed over my chest. She cleared her throat begging me to keep an open mind and not get angry over what she was about to say. I nodded.

"You really shouldn't be going out with Becky without a chaperone. It'll ruin her reputation." She said.

"I was testing her, and she failed. She's not the kind you make a wife." I replied.

"Were you seriously considering that?"

"Why not? I'm of marrying age and so is she."

"Don't you think it's strange that her family never comes with her or that she's never invited you to have dinner with her family? What do you even know about her?"

Everything I needed to. 

"I didn't want to say this, but Elisa heard her on the phone with someone." She continued.

"What did she hear?" I asked, lifting a brow.

"Becky was talking to someone about needing more time so she could have something solid on you." she said.

"Do you know who Becky is?"

"Do you?" Felicia retorted.

I wanted to smile. My sister, as sweet as she was, when she was suspicious of someone, her tone always elevated until the other person agreed she was right.

"She's CIA and working for Steel. They're looking for those party of the Freedom Party." I explained.

"The Rebels?"

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