The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 467

“So, you’ve got secrets then,” she says, closing one eye as if doing so will help her see me better. But then she laughs, leaning forward. “I actually like that you’re kind of cagey – I think it will make you a better spy. Damn,” she says, shaking her head at me. “I’m really glad dad got me here. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of transforming you into an agent. And the best part is that not a single person will ever see you coming.”

“Dad?” I ask, sitting up straighter in my chair, not understanding.

But the door opens again, and suddenly all of my questions are answered as Neumann steps into the room. I huff a little laugh, looking between the two of them as Neumann presses the door shut and steps to the side of Faiza’s chair. Because – I mean – it’s not like they look alike. But the confidence with which they move, the way they each control every room they walk into?

Damn, I should have known.

“Daughter,” Neumann murmurs, bending down to press a fond kiss to her cheek. She returns it, patting him on the shoulder as she smiles up at him. “And how are introductions going?”

“Good,” Faiza says, her grin deepening. “I like her. She’s so cute and spunky that it’s barely going to take an effort to convince everyone that she’s an air head. And then no one will hide a damn thing from her. Plus, I think she’s smart.” Faiza turns her attention back to me, narrowing her eyes. “You’re smart, right?”

“She’s smart,” Neumann says with a sigh, frowning down at his daughter. “And behave yourself, Faiza – you know I don’t enjoy it when you’re intentionally glib.”

“Aw,” she says, turning again to grin up at him. “Shame, then, that I do enjoy it.”

Neumann’s mouth twitches as he fights a smile. “Cadet,” he says, turning back to me. “Faiza is tasked with teaching you everything she knows about the art of espionage which – though she seeks to hide it by being brash and arrogant – is a great deal. I’ve taken quite a bit of care with this one,” he smooth a fond hand over her hair, even as he looks at me. “She’s the best.”

“I’m starting to believe it,” I say quite quietly, excitement building in me.

“You have about twenty minutes,” he says, glancing at the clock on the wall. “To formulate a plan with your tutor. Do attempt to use the time wisely.” His voice is characteristically dry as he pats Faiza again on the head and moves back to the door. “Don’t be late for chemistry. And Faiza?”

She turns to him with interest, lifting her chin.