Chapter 30

Jareth's blunt sarcasm hit Henry like a punch to the gut. His already stern expression turned even darker. "Jareth, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Who do you think Celestia is to you?!" Henry's voice sharpened, his features twitching with frustration. He'd heard rumors about Jareth being a spoiled, arrogant jerk, but reality turned out to be ten times worse. But Jareth looked completely unfazed by his anger-calm, distant, like he didn't even hear the outburst. He raised an eyebrow, a mocking smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I've done what needed doing. I don't owe the Brooks family a damn thing. I've got no time to waste on crap like this. Can we please just get to the point?" His smile vanished, face turning ice-cold. That sting only pissed Henry off more. His jaw clenched and he shot up from the couch. His eyes locked on Jareth's with deadly focus. He might've still been recovering, but in that moment, Henry stood tall and dangerous, his presence heavy and sharp, th