I take a deep breath when I open my eyes the next morning and just…stare at the ceiling wondering if everything is as much of a disaster as I think it is.But…well. I’m still here, aren’t I? At least the God of Death hasn’t banished me already and scooped up one of my baby cousins in my place. Which
In fact, at home, maybe…maybe they already are using it in battle.My little heart aches to think of everyone at home, and what I’m missing, and Faiza’s implication that events are occurring – ones I’d find quite interesting. But I shove the thought away and concentrate on frowning at Anton instead.
“Why didn’t you come to the door?” Orion growls, glaring at Anton with his arms crossed.“And what,” Orion says, raising his hands in the air, twiddling his insubstantial fingers, “would you have suggested I do when I got there?”“You can walk through doors, Anton,” Orion snarls.Anton drops his han
Orion lets his hands slip all the way from his face. “Do you really think that’s true?”Anton just laughs and shakes his head at the spoiled Prince, who has been catered to so much that he doesn’t even realize people are doing it. “If you were a girl with your life on the line, and you thought a guy
“Oh no,” Anton says, pressing an earnest hand to his chest as he grins at Orion, leaning forward. “You see, June and I are a package deal. Anyone who dates her gets me too, fifteen feet away at all times, just hanging out. Which I think, for you, is a win. A Bride and a Bro, all in one go.”Orion la
“Just…get to know them, man,” Anton says, grinning at his friend and laughing a little.Orion just narrows his eyes. “But…how?”Anton laughs harder. “Okay, that date you took Laila on. Nice date, right?”“Yes, it was very nice.”“But did you…get to know anything about her? Really?”“She told me much
About eight minutes into assassin training, I decide that I hate it.Anton claps his hands at me, making me jog around the room in faster and faster circles, calling it my training exercises and telling me I’d never even make it through the Candidacy at the Academy at this rate. It’s funny for about
“Group home,” he answers, giving a little nod. “It wasn’t at all bad, so don’t get any ideas about me being some poor lorn abused child. And we weren’t underfed and wanting, we just didn’t have…this.” He casts his hands out at the elaborate expanse of comfort and luxury and junk food I just conjured