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
Unsurprisingly, Laila loves the TV.She spends the first half of the movie staring at the screen in rapt awe while Anton and I kind of just…watch her. Then, when she breaks through her shock, Laila spends the second half of the film going through every feeling in her emotional rolodex, laughing hyst
But Orion moves on, shifting his eyes to Laila now. “And I also wanted to say, to both of you – to all of you – that I really want to spend more time with you. Not as a Prince, not as part of the Games. Just as…people. I’d like to be your friends, if you’ll let me.”Laila just stares at Orion in sur
“Oh, wow,” Anton says, straightening from his place at my side to gaze out over the black lake, shimmering like a flat expanse of rippled obsidian before us. “That’s…incredible.”And he’s right. I stare in awe at the sight before me – the lake, ringed by a wide expanse of dark pines, shining with th
Even more of a dreamboat than he was before.Which is…dangerous.I check myself more than once from staring at him rather blatantly as he laughs, concentrating instead on my dinner plate. But that doesn’t sufficiently distract, because it just reminds me that he can cook too. Damn it.“Seriously, th
“J-Jesse?” I breathe, staring at my favorite cousin, blinking hard to ensure that he’s not a mirage.Jesse stares right back at me, his face the mirror image of my complete shock. But when he whispers my name and takes a step towards me, I know that he’s real – because there’s no way that some imita
I can’t help but laugh as I move to Jesse’s side and wrap my hands around his arm. “Anton is here because granny gave him to me. As a present!” Anton gives me a dirty look, but he can’t help the smile that chases it.“What?” Jesse asks, utterly confused, looking down at me.“And these are our friend