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The next day, I realised that Leah and Samantha were a no show as I sat down to eat with Theo.
'So, Theo,' I say as I slide down my food tray onto the table before taking a seat.
'Blair,' He smirks back up, while picking up his fork.
'I was wondering.... where did you go when you weren't here for two week?' I twirl my food around my fork.
'Some place to train the heirs, I've been going since I was 8, we call it the infernum, or Millys,' He takes a mouthful of his food.
'So what do you do there?' I ask casually and rose my eyebrows as he dropped his fork like his soul had escaped him all of a sudden.
He coughs to clear his throat then politely wiped it with the napkin.
'Nothing really, martial arts, mental strength and shit like that,'
'Mental strength?' I raise a brow
'Yeah, like fears and stuff, so, what do you do in your free time?'
I knew that he was trying to direct the conversation elsewhere, but I'd let it slide....for now.
'You know, nothing really, I don't mind reading and art, but you already know that,' I smile, not wanting to talk about my days in England 'So what do you do, Prince Theo? How does a royal spend his free time?'
'Same,'
'Are you sure? What are you doing tonight for example?' I squint,
He swallows a huge gulp.
'Nothing Blair.' Fuck off mate, you're up to something.
Challenge Accepted.
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After school I walk to Theo's car, and see that he has left all his stuff, including his phone in it, for training, I mean who here would steal a phone?
I pray quietly and check if the car is unlocked, but to my dismay, he has the brains to make sure he kept his car safe.
I smirk as I pull out a book from my bag, wedging it between the door and pulled out a string, and tried hooking it to the lock, after fiddling for a bit I manage to unlock the car. I crack my knuckles as I look at my success and how my expertise in these skill had finally come in handy.
Pulling the door open I grab his phone, and look around for a password idea, I see that as expected his home screen is his family...cute. I press the button and the phone unlocks, royal prince doesn't have a passcode, it's so stupid it's almost laughable.
I search the phone and go to recent texts, an unknown number has sent an address, the date was this morning, fulfilled, I note the address down.
