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218 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 20, 2018
He wasn’t by any definition the ‘leader’ of our group, but he was the grumpiest and the most responsible, so that somehow translated to him policing most of the rules… but he definitely wasn’t the leader. If the leader was anyone, it would definitely be me-
I was light. I was fire. I was invincible.
“She thinks she’s light,” Aros muttered to Siret. “If she jumps off the platform, it’s on you.”
“She sets things on fire,” Coen announced without preamble.
“All the time,” Siret added.
Rome shrugged. “It’s her thing.”
I really wanted to argue with them: it was not my thing. If anything was my thing it was … swimming. Arghh. Of course that would be the first thing on my mind, because I was addicted to se—swimming now. No, Willa! For gods’ sake, this was not the time. My thing was being naked, which was marginally better. Yael laughed out loud, which had a perfect O forming on Adeline’s full lips. I wasn’t surprised: Yael wasn’t really the laughing kind.”
Right, I forgot they didn’t like me to use the domestic labour beasts as a reference point for relationship development. Unfortunately for them, my influence in this department had been limited to my mother’s relationships, growing up. Unless they wanted me to start charging them tokens for swimming lessons, they needed to let me pull references from wherever I wanted. Although, the ‘Abcurse’ way of mating sounded a lot nicer. The bullsen grunted too much, and I didn’t even want to think about what kind of noises my mother had made.
Siret lost it then, his laughter setting off the rest of the guys at the table.
"I really wish she’d stop saying undead,” Aros groaned.
Siret snorted. “You haven’t suffered until she starts talking about it while you’re naked.”
Aros was silent for a click, before shrugging. “Still worth it.”
"How could you tell the difference between mountain sickness and her usual sickness?” Cyrus asked dryly. “Was she talking crazy? Tripping over things? Or did she have a completely normal conversation with you while keeping her clothes on the entire time?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, choosing to be the bigger person and not acknowledge his words. Mostly because they were… well, accurate.
"Will it help if I solve this little conundrum right now?" I asked, still receiving no response. I sighed, moving to stand directly between them. "Okay, here's the situation. Cyrus, big scary Neutral God, thinks that Emmanuelle, lowly dirt-dweller, has a really nice butt."
Emmy blinked, switching her gaze to me for the barest moment.
“And Emmanuelle kind of wants Cyrus to be touching all her stuff even though she complains about it, which means she kind of likes him-“
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*This Series Is Going Downhill*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t aware that this was something I could do. I mean, they don’t exactly teach you about penis-manifestation in the dweller schools. It’s more about cleaning and bowing and scrubbing pans. Will you let me fix it?”
“FIX IT!” she screamed in response, her hands balling up into fists.
“Alright, jeez. Calm down, it’s just a penis. We all have them.”
“You do?” the Seduction sol asked, her eyebrows shooting up.
“Well yeah,” I waved a hand behind me. “I have theirs. So technically I have five of them. But that’s not really important. Can you please take her arms so that she doesn’t punch me?”