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Like being hogtied and sacrificed to the Gods for accidently tripping and punching the sacred balls of one of the sacred sols.
Yael, the persuasion-gifted one; Siret, the trickery-gifted one; and Aros, the one who apparently had some kind of seduction gift.
eyes. Yael was only an inch away, leaning into me. “Raise my ranking,” he ordered softly. I felt the heavy roll of his power rushing over me, carrying on the tenor of his voice. Holy shit, were these five competitive or what? I made a sound behind his hand. His eyes narrowed, and he lifted his hand almost suspiciously. “Not a ranking!” I finally managed to get out. “It’s just your dorm number.” He frowned. “Make me One, then.” “You have to be in the first room to be One.” He released me suddenly, stalking away. “Hey, Pain!” he shouted, making his way through the trees again. “Switch rooms with
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“Sorry I hit you. I thought you were going to keep talking, and I panicked.”
“I thank the gods every single sun-cycle that you tripped into our lives, Soldier.” His smile was so bright, like he was on the verge of laughing. “But you really need to get dressed now, otherwise Chaos might get his wish.” He stood and was almost out of the room when he turned back and said, “Move that perfect ass. You have one click or I’ll be back to dress you myself.”
“Normal people aren’t constantly speaking to themselves like they’re actually expecting an answer.
Not true. Only children and mother's with too many kids do. We're the only one's who listen.
They all turned to stare at me, looking like I’d just stolen their favourite toy and ripped its head off.
