“Tears for me, Starling?” Quazar said out loud. Seventh Choir whipped their heads toward him. I looked at him, saying nothing. “I didn’t know you could be so kind.”
Ellabeth narrowed her eyes, looking between us.
What in the…I blinked at him. His statement caught me so off guard, my tears ceased instantly. I wrinkled my nose at him, suddenly…annoyed.
“Stars, Valoryen,” I frowned. I felt a flash of red-hot fire lick my bones and flood my veins. Something dormant ignited in my blood. I lifted my chin, crossing my arms. “Honestly, you’re insufferable.”
Quazar’s lips did a slow curl upwards. Then he smiled.
He actuallysmiled. Teeth and all.
And.
Was that a dimple?
“There you are,” he purred. His deep voice slipped into my chest, curled around my seven hearts, and squeezed. “I was nervous. Thought I’d lost you there, for a second.”
Now it was Dakairi’s turn to look between us, his expression colored in immense confusion.
“Ill,” I said, wrinkling my nose at Quazar. “You’re ill.”
I whipped around, waited for no one and rushed out of the wingtower. A dark chuckle followed me out the door and across the temple grounds, all the way until I reached the main cathedral for Sanctuary.
Chapter 30
Flying through the cathedral doors, I flew through Disciples, navigating around them until I made it to my seat. A moment later, Quazar plopped himself into the seat beside me, crossing his legs over the desk.
“Care to havesomekind of decorum?” I grumbled.
He turned his head to me, lowering his eyes to mine.
“Oh, so I have to dress like a Princeandact like one, too?” He raised a brow. “That’s a lot of rotting demands, don’t you think?”
A lot? He wasn’t serious.
I looked into his face.
Hewas.
I ignored him. I didn’t have capacity to be riled up by him again, lest some poor fool from Manna Order pay the price.
“Wings high, Disciples.”
We all shot to our feet and clapped our wings twice.
“Wings high!” we all called out at Presbitari Davithius.
Well. We all as in all of the Disciples.
Not a single Legionnaire rose to their feet, let alone acknowledged Presbitari Davithius.
“You could at least show a little respect,” I hissed quietly, only for Quazar to hear.
“Atleast?” he questioned. Loudly. “And what would you have me do at most, Starling?”
Davithius’s eyes found Quazar and lingered, before he let that steely gaze find me, full of curiosity. I ignored Quazar, keeping my mouth shut. He would not get the chance to draw everyone’s attention to me.
“Take your seats Disciples,” Davithius said when he realized the Legionnaires weren’t budging.
