So if the lullaby sounds more sad than peaceful, well, I can’t do much about that. “What’s your name?” I snap out of my thoughts and the words halt on my tongue. The room comes in view once more, and with it, the person sitting across from me. Orion is looking back at me with unblinking silver ey
I hope he can’t hear my heartbeat, “Meet who, young lord?” “My soulmate.” He mutters “It should be soon. The prophet said so.” Holy shit. The House of moon isn’t an extension of the church. It’s a whole ass cult! I gasp, “A real prophet, young lord?” He stops then. For a moment, I think we lost
“I’ll pay twice— no thrice as much.” Orion strides to where I’m sitting I jump when he goes down on his knees at my feet, “Young lord, what are you doing? Please get up.” He doesn’t. Instead, he takes both my hands in his. “I’ll take you home. I’m sick of that stupid water, and the house of moon,
“Talking to Francis about your contract.” He grins “You one day career as a courtesan was a huge hit.” “Lucky me.” I roll my eyes “So this means it’s not the church doing this, but some cult. If it’s about some kind of drug, does that mean it’s not a curse?” “The festival is in two days.” Zen says
“I can’t believe you guys went to the Yivera district without us.” In the drill halls, Cassain and Gabriel are brooding in one corner. Outside in the courtyard, Derik is cutting through a barrage of arrows Arryn shoots with his twin axes. Lukas and I are sitting cross legged on the veranda floor, m
A grim air settles on our group. “I still don’t like it,” Cassain crosses his arms “Are you sure you want to handle the Lycans on your own? Just one last time caused us over twenty causalities of trained warriors.” That’s another thing that makes tonight an anxious one. All the people we’ve arran
He’s already turning, going for the ladder. My heart sinks to my stomach, nervousness and agitation crunching my lungs. He’s doing it again. The same thing he’s been doing for the last two days. The words are out of my mouth before I can think of better ones; “Why are you running?” Zen stills in
“I can’t feel my fingers.” It’s been a whooping two hours since Arryn and I took this post and nothing has happened yet except for both of us getting closer to freezing to death. Above us, dark clouds have covered the sky, and the cold wind is picking up. “Obviously.” Arryn says, scribbling someth