Dark Masterpiece (Serendipity Series 3) Read Online Free PDF

blinked, his frown growing deeper. “You
want to clean my house?”
    She nodded again. “I had to quit my job to
come here and my funds are limited, being as I am a ‘starry-eyed
college student’. My brother and I have been living off of pizza,
oatmeal pies, and cream cakes for the past seven days. If we are to
continue in this fine fashion, I will need compensation.”
    His expression never changed. He just stared
at her. “And how much do you charge for your services?” he asked,
his voice laced with edgy mockery.
    She ignored his tone and folded her arms,
mirroring his posture. “Twenty an hour, once a week.”
    He arched an eyebrow. “Twenty an hour, you
say?”
    She frowned. “Perhaps that’s too steep for a
famous artist living in a Gothic mansion. What do you think?”
    His eyes narrowed. “I think you have a lot
of nerve coming in here, looking through my things, and running
your mouth.” His voice resembled the warning growl of a large
animal.
    She met his unrelenting gaze. Her
apprehension of him was quickly dissipating and turning into great
irritation. “That’s funny. I think you have a lot of nerve treating
me and my brother the way you have. Did you think if you ignored us
we would just go away?”
    His shrug was flippant. “I was hoping.”
    She shook her head, not believing what she
was hearing. “Then why did you even say yes to Professor Roth when
he asked you to do this? Did he hold a gun to your head? The last
time I checked, we lived in America where we had free will and the
power to say no.”
    He heaved a sigh, as if it was taking great
patience just to talk to her. “I am doing this as a favor to
Professor Roth. Out of gratitude.”
    “You’re saying thank you by being a jerk?
Wow, I guess my parents were sick the day they were supposed to
teach me that life lesson. I mean, correct me if I’m wrong here,
but that entire thing just seems slightly contradictory to me.”
    He shrugged again with indifference. “No one
asked you what you thought.”
    She stared at him for a
minute. The rage she had felt at Barrett right before she had
drenched him in lemonade rose inside of her like magma. “You know
something?” she said through clenched teeth. “I was so excited when
Professor Roth told me about this trip. I thought that meeting you
would be such an amazing experience, but I don’t even care anymore.
As far as I’m concerned you can take your bad attitude and your
sullenness and shove it!” She put her hands on her hips, her blood
feeling like it was boiling in her veins. “I am sure my brother has
better things he could be doing than watching TV in his prison
cell, and I know I have better things to do. So,
thank you, Mr. Whitelaw. It’s been so invigorating.” She turned to
leave.
    “You mean you don’t want me to teach you your
craft?” he drawled after her.
    She spun, and glared at him
with defiance. “I don’t need you to teach me my craft. I know my craft. I’ll be
an artist with or without your help. Besides, I don’t see a whole
lot of teaching going on around here anyway. Unless, of course,
you’re trying to teach me how to be a Grade A prick, because, in
that case, you’re doing wonderfully!” She blazed down the hall,
fuming. The nerve. The outright gall of
that arrogant, no-good— “Seth!” she shouted, barreling into her room.
“Come on! Pack your stuff! I am not staying here one more
second!”
    Seth’s eyes brightened and he leapt off
Evie’s bed. “Seriously? All right! Finally!” He ran out of the room
and back into his own.
    Evie threw her suitcase on
the bed and started to shove random stuff into it. She couldn’t
believe the audacity of that man. To act like she was the one to blame for all
this! Like she forced her way into his home and took over or
something! It was ridiculous. She let out a frustrated growl as she
remembered the way his light green eyes had regarded her. As if she
was inferior.
    With a scowl, she turned to search