Gambling with the Boss

I sit across from him at his desk.

“Sass, you needed me?”

“Yes, sir.” I pull a notepad out of my purse. As I flip through, the pages are filled to the brim with notes and little doodles.

He raisers an eyebrow.

“I’ve been gathering things about you. Your sleep patterns, eating habits, the way you look,” She glances at his hands. Midnight black, just like the rest of him. “You’re not human.”

“You’re not either.” He chuckles, picking at another unknown meat on the desk.

I hesitate slightly, then go back to flipping pages. “I’m just as human as Soda or Burf.”

“Which explains the tremendous amount of blood you can spill and still be perfectly fine.”

“Polycythemia.”

“You don’t get blood clots.”

“Medical treatment.”

“All medical treatment in our members is done by Burf.”

I slam the pad down. “At least I’ll admit I’m not human!” I slide the pad over to him.

“Wha…” His eyes widen. “How did you-!”

“I’m not an idiot. That’s how.”

He growls and pushes the pad back towards me. “Tell anyone and I’ll maul you like some meddling agent!”

“Don't tell anyone about my ‘issues' and we'll be fine.”

The locket starts to glow.

“I know what that does to you. Countless nights you go away from your room and out to the forest. In your sleep, it glows and rattles and you wince and cry, begging for it to stop.”

I clutch it in my fingers. “Shut up. You don’t know anything about this.”

He means back, crossing his arms. “Don’t tell anyone about me, I won’t tell anyone about you. Capiche?”

“Agreed.”

“You’re dismissed…”

I stand up, put my pad in my purse, and start to walk.

“…Princess Sassilia.”

I scowl, then swiftly walk out, slamming the door behind me.