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“Honestly, I think they’re fucking,” I add, feeling spiteful and wanting to lash out a little. Zohar shoots me a concerned look, but I ignore it. “What? Am I wrong?”
He sighs as if this entire conversation is just a big inconvenience to him, and his blue eyes rake over the hallway as if someone is going to get the drop on us. “They are not having sex, Ry.”
I laugh, but it’s a hollow, sort of vengeful laugh. “Sure, they’re not.”
“Do you think we’re doing the right thing leaving her with just Mael for safety?” Zohar asks. It’s quite smart to change the subject from Etrix and Ciar because I could talk about this for days.
I’m personally very invested in their secret rendezvous.Even if I might be making the sexual aspect up.
But it’s amusing to think about. I get the feeling Ciar’s a bottom in the bedroom.
“I think Mael would burn this castle to the ground before letting something happen to her,” I reassure him, and he nods, his glossy brown afro shaking with the effort. “Now, stop acting like a little wuss. If you’re going to continue being this pathetic, I’ll let you remain here, and I’ll go at it alone.”
He rolls his eyes, cracking his knuckles, and I spot two rings on his fingers. They’re new, and I lock in on them.
“What are you looking at?” he demands, following my eye-line to his knuckles. “Fuck off, you bloody magpie. You’re not getting them.”
“I don’t even want them.” I’m lying, we both know I am. They’re pretty, and would look very nice in my horde.
You know, if I were to steal them.
Which I’m not going to.
Right now. But later, when I want them, I’ll take them.
“Now, are we heading straight to the ballroom or should we start picking them off one by one?” Zohar asks, smirking at me like he already knows the answer.
“I say whilst we’re picking them off, we cause as much destruction as possible,” I reply, and he grins. “Won’t it be so sad if Etonik becomes a hapless little fool when the rebel smash up some of his cool items.”
The fake sad tone causes Zohar to roar with laughter.
At the end of the day, Etonik is a prick, and he’s flaunting his wealth in these castle walls. Wealth he doesn’t deserve.
I knock the fake fruit off a random side table as we pass, rolling my eyes when I spot a golden tomato. Why the fuck has he got tomatoes in his fake fruit bowls anyway?
They’re full of acid, and nowhere near nutritious enough.
“What’s your issue?” Zohar asks, pausing in the corridor and looking at me properly. “Have you taken your pill today?”
“Yes.”No, probably not.
“Do we need to go back to me helping you with that?” he asks, and this time his tone is gentle and nice.
We give each other a lot of shit, all of us do, really, but when it matters, we’re there for each other.
Like now, when he’s offering to help me with my stupid ADHD.
“Probably,” I sigh, rubbing at my eyes a little. That’s not to hide the tears, because there aren’t any, but because a stupid spec of dust got in the way.
“I’ll be your stability guide, don’t you worry,” Zohar teases, and I laugh. “Can you handle it right now without a top up? I can—”
“Don’t waste your magicae on me.”
He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and gives me a stern look. It’s got to be tiresome, dealing with me in this mood, but he doesn’t let on.
“It’s not a waste, Ry,” Zohar says, rolling his eyes. “Tranquillitas.”
Tranquility.It’s a spell that he casts over my mind, with my permission, obviously, and it helps calm the racing thoughts.
