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Zach:
Until I have the chance to make you lick the fucking floor clean while I take you from behind.
Farrow:
You cannot be serious.
Zach:
I said don’t touch it.
Farrow:
You’re sick.
Zach:
Yes, I am.
Zach:
And you are the antidote, Octi.
It occurred to me that Andras’ invitation to train could be punishment before my execution.
After all, he’d reached new levels of cranky today. A miracle, considering his narrow range of emotions rivaled a psychopath’s.
Andras ripped his mask from his face. “Az lsten verje meg.”
He stomped off the piste, halfway through our training session.
I didn’t even know what I’d done wrong this time—other than show up early, focused and alert, annihilating his every attempt at catching me with his épée.
I unclipped myself from the wire, charging behind him. “Hey, we still have forty minutes left.”
He ignored me, storming into his office.
I managed to slip inside before the door slammed shut. “What’s going on?”
Hair clung to my forehead, glued by sweat. I swiped it away, bouncing from foot to foot.
We’d managed to ignore the elephant in the room all morning, but I had a feeling said elephant was about to crush the little hope I had into dust.
“There is no point, Fae.” Andras collapsed into his seat, lighting up a cigarette despite the no-smoking zone. “Vege. Your career is in an existential crisis. No matter how talented and motivated you are, you have no future in fencing.” He reclined in his seat. “Pretending otherwise is cruel to you and a waste of my own precious time.”
I remained standing, frowning at him. “Then, why did you wait three-quarters of our session to tell me this?”
Heat set my cheeks ablaze.
Andras hitched a shoulder up. “I tried to spare you my thoughts.”
“You’ve never done that before.”
He sucked on the cigarette, releasing a plumeof smoke between his thin lips. “I wanted to take one last look at your craft before giving you my decision.”
“Oh, yeah?” I crossed my arms. “What’s the verdict?”
“You’re ready for the Olympics.” He tapped his cigarette on his ashtray, a deep frown still marring his face. “Remember my friend on the IOC?”
