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For all I knew, they could try to harvest my organs. No one’s taking my kidney. Especially not for free. I could get at least ten food vouchers for it.
“How the fuck are you still alive?” Patro asked softly. I’ve been asking myself that for years.
Achilles stared at me from the end of the bed. Since he couldn’t speak with the muzzle, it was unclear what he was thinking. I was jealous.
If I had a muzzle, then people wouldn’t expect me to talk to them. I wonder if...
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“Yes,” Achilles signed. “We’ll kill them later.” I swallowed a scream. Evil. Chthonic. Monsters. I would definitely not be asking if I could borrow his muzzle.
Something tells me the D and L of WSDL don’t stand for “dazzling” and “lovely.” I was too afraid to ask.
Excuse me? A marriage law at twenty-six? I’d be a child bride.
Patro narrowed his eyes. “Understood?” he asked softly. “Crystal clear,” I whispered. For some reason, I couldn’t hold my tongue around him. “Good.” “Great.” “Fantastic.” “F-Fabulous.” “Stupendous.” “Superb.”
“I swear I’m not trying to change the topic,” Nyx said slowly. “But do you think the jaguar could be interested in me?”
At this point, it feels like everyone is trying to give me father issues. Patro rubbed his temples like he was either thinking or had a tumor that was causing him pain. I prayed for the latter.
Patro crushed his cigarette, walked inside, and screamed in the other room at the top of his lungs. I was surprised he didn’t punch the wall like a psycho. There was a crunching sound and a bellow—there went the wall. Classic.
“The only women Chthonics are heirs,” he said vehemently. “A half-human female Chthonic is literally impossible—our power would rip you to shreds from the inside out. It would tear you into pathetic pieces and boil your womb. You can’t even fathom what we feel.” Riveting. Sounds like an average menstrual cycle.
I wobbled off the settee and face-planted into a bookshelf. Great, now inanimate furniture is trying to off me.
Personally, I preferred to be mentally weak—it made life more interesting. Will I kill myself today dramatically or barely survive? Every day was a new mystery.
Smoldering black eyes glanced at me spitefully, like he foresaw a coma in my future. Same.
“Now—we meditate,” Augustus ordered. I closed my eyes and immediately fell into a peaceful, trancelike state. Just kidding—I fell asleep sitting up.
Augustus looked worried. I made a whale sound. He did not make one back.
I let out the cry (aquatic moan) of my people. In a surprising turn of events that absolutely no one saw coming, he didn’t talk to me for the rest of class.
Our future hinges on you getting the fuck up.” A man was speaking, so I stopped listening.
I high-fived myself (clapped like a weirdo, and everyone stared at me).
Bang. “Are we being shot at?” I asked, and Drex laughed next to me. It was the door.
Poco was wrapped around his neck like a rabid fluffy scarf. So cute. He’s a raccoon mother.
I found the properties shared between polynomials. Formalized the sequences into patterns of repeating numerals. Established their parallel correspondence. Constructed an axiomatic system. Doodled a small penis.
“Wahoooooo.” Nyx slithered up my leg. “That’s my girl.” She made a sniffling noise. “I’m so proud right now...this is the best day of my life. I knew you had it in you, bestie. Pussy power, crush the patriarchy! Don’t stop now—murder them all. KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM!”
“Alliance?” I croaked out, then clarified, “But not the cult kind. No human sacrifices, flower crowns, or weird circles with sticks.”
At this time in my life, I could not handle cult life. Maybe later, when I had more free time.
“We’re usually not interested in other people,” Patro continued with a blush. He glanced at me like he was trying to convey something important. “But we’ve recently...” Achilles shook his head. I waited, but Patro never finished his sentence. They’re acting weird.
Kharon dipped his head to my ear. “Are you okay?” His voice was a throaty rasp. No. I’m cheating on Carl Gauss. I’m an unloyal whore.
