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“I’m fine,” I choke out. “No worries.” “No worries?” She cocks her head, peering down at me. “Tarquin better pray not to be paired with me next training session.” I smile at her. “Yeah.”
“What happened to your leg? You were limping when I first saw you, and you’re favoring your right leg.” “I sprained my ankle jumping into a train car from the roof.” “You did what?” “That’s how I got here,” I say. “I took the Gobannos train. It was the only way I could make it here on time. But I didn’t have a ticket, so I had to board the train through the roof.” “Why do I feel like you’ll be the death of me?” he mutters, and kneels down.
You nearly died, Nia. When we get back, you’ll need a lot more training before I’m willing to let you risk your life again.”
The door bursts open, and Raphael charges in. Blinded with pain, I fall to my knees. The mage whirls, and my thoughts become hazy, drowned by the horror of my lacerated stomach. I try to speak and taste blood on my lips. Raphael slashes the mage’s throat. My vision blurs as he kneels by my side and curls his powerful arms around me. “I’ve got you, love. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” I try to answer, but I can’t breathe. I can’t move. And I can feel my life fading away.
You’re a spoiled, selfish girl who grew up in dissolute chaos, and as a consequence, you know nothing of the real world, or of war, or of what it means to make sacrifices for other people. As far as you’re concerned, this is all a game.”
he's giving her emotions to feed off of to break the veil. hes known how shes been doin it the whole time?!
Right now, I’m a raging tempest churning the lake waters. I’m the sword forged in fire beneath its surface.
To some people, arrogance comes just as naturally as breathing. And in reality, Raphael, I saved your ass more than once, you egomaniacal, solipsistic, stuck-up prick. Do not speak to me again unless it’s an order. Unless it’s life or death. You’re not good enough to speak to me, and you never were.”
“The man followed us because he enjoyed staring at your arse, for which I can’t blame him. The woman avoided looking at us because she had a recent breakup and seeing a loving couple makes her want to scream.” “How can you tell that the woman had a breakup?” “Because I know how heartbreak looks,” he says darkly. I sigh. “If only she knew the truth about us.”
“What’s this?” I ask. “I remember you saying you liked lavender cake, and I saw some in the bakery.” He takes the spyglass from me and starts staring out the window. I take the box and sit on the bed, scooting back cross-legged. I pull the string on the box, unwrapping it. “You got me cake?” I’m still confused. This doesn’t square with his rant about not liking me. “Why?” “Because you said you liked it. You told me you ordered the lavender cake, but you got blackberry.” I stare at his large back, stunned. “That was six months ago.” “Right.”

