“Oh, I think he likes you, June,” Anton says with a sigh. “I think he likes you a lot. I just think he’s very aware of the physical effect he has on you, and that he’d like to have you quite a bit more under his thumb than you currently are. For what it’s worth, I think you did a good job of sorting
“Fine, fine,” he sighs, smiling up at me like it’s all he wants in the world. “You are a paragon of still and silent sleep, Juniper. Best sleep partner I’ve ever had.”I narrow my eyes. “How many sleep partners have you had?”But he just grins wider and doesn’t say a damn word.“You’re the worst,” I
When I emerge from the bathroom a little later, freshly showered and changed, I’m unsurprised to find that Anton has sufficiently quelled Laila’s rage. He’s quite good at that, after all – managing people. I smirk as I cross to them on the couch, taking in the breakfast spread that Laila has conjure
By the end, she’s gaping. “Oh, June,” she says, shaking her head. “That’s horrible.”I sigh, looking off towards the terrace. “What’s worse is that I’m not sure now it wasn’t all a mistake.”“What do you mean?” Laila’s voice is very concerned.“I mean…” I shrug. “Things with Blythe were…a whirlwind.
“Oh god,” I sigh, shaking my head at Laila. “Why on earth do we need Orion for the divination?”She shrugs, looking between me and Anton, her face apologetic. “Because it’s his land. Even if we get a map, none of us understand the relationship between the map and the land itself. It’s…” she purses h
“So, did we interrupt something?” Anton asks, gesturing towards our table full of breakfast food, inviting Orion to take his pick.“Not really,” Orion says with a shrug. “I was just hanging out in my room.”“One point for me!” I say, raising the pen cheerfully in the air before tossing it onto a boo
I scowl at Orion as I snatch my envelope off the table in front of me. Laila sighs and picks up hers too, much calmer than me.Orion just sighs, settling back on the couch next to Anton, crossing his arms like Anton is. The boys glance at each other and shrug and I’m struck, again, but that…affinity
“But,” he continues, looking seriously at me. “First, you have to promise not to go searching for him in the Deadlands without me. Because you will, obviously, die.”“Done!” I say, grinning, quite liking the tacit admission that he’ll go with me to find Blythe too.“And,” he continues, “unfortunatel