I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 100

“I hate you! I hate you so much!” Niamh shrieked, punctuating each word with another kick to the unfortunate table.

Jareth watched her rampage, a strange mix of anger, amusement, and exasperation swirling within him.

“Blech—”

“Ugh…”

She started to heave again, and a pang of guilt shot through Jareth. Maybe he shouldn’t have forced her to drink so much.

“Are you okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Niamh turned and stared at him, her eyes wide with drunken wonder. “Wow, handsome, you are really, really, really handsome,” she declared. “Even more handsome than Jareth!”

“Am I?” he asked, feeling an absurd flicker of pleasure at her compliment.

“It’s just… just a shame that devil Jareth has a rotten, rotten heart! You’d better… better not be like him, okay?”

Jareth’s face turned to stone. Niamh, just you wait, he thought. So I’m a devil, a moron, an asshole, a pervert with a rotten heart, am I? Tomorrow morning, you’re going to find out what a real devil with a rotten heart is like.

“And I’ll tell you another secret about Jareth,” she whispered, leaning in conspiratorially.

“What?” he asked flatly.

“Actually, Jareth’s legs… they’re not… not paralyzed. He can… he can walk all by himself, hahahaha!” She burst into a fit of laughter.

Jareth’s expression grew dangerously cold.

“Hey, handsome, what’s wrong with your face? Why do you look so upset?” Niamh asked, stepping closer and lifting his chin with her hand.

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