Just to play tricks and piss him off, and to see if he’s trying to pry into my mind, I think about Valin and I training as he holds a sword to my throat. He tells me that Dane isn’t good enough before bringing his lips to mine. Dane’s shoulders tense, and I try not to chuckle. Slut. My pencil falls from my fingers, and I glance back over to him. Did he say that out loud?
