Theros’s chest deflated under the scrutiny, and he said, “If someone is close enough to me before I engage my shield, I could trap both of us inside it together because when I’m stressed, it’s hard to release the shield.”
Note to self: Stand close to Theros when you try to kill him.I chuckled to myself at the thought, then frowned.
Apparently, I now found murder funny.
This was rock bottom.
Instead of addressing Theros, Augustus suddenly looked down at me and pointedly held eye contact.
Oh crap, he definitely heard that.
Augustus made a disturbed face, then looked away from me witha grimace.
Now who’s the top dog in the classroom, huh?
Was it my imagination, or did Augustus just smirk? I turned my attention to the floor and wished I’d never gained consciousness.
Time passed in a blur of misery.
Just another day in my life.
The professors switched places.
Professor Pine wrote complicated fractions on the board as he ranted about the ethics of utilitarian calculations. I didn’t take any notes because I couldn’t feel my hands. My mind got farther away from me.
Hunger sunk its claws deeper into my stomach.
Professor Augustus stood with his shoulders back in front of the room and read in Latin from a thick textbook with Poco flopped on his head.
The same book was open on my lap, and I couldn’t remember how it had gotten there.
“Sirens are extremely misunderstood, unique creatures,” Augustus said. “They have regenerative abilities, and when a group of sirens was given an intelligence test, they scored higher than Spartans, but because they are a class of creatures who can understand other languages but not speak them—they can only communicate in their own incomprehensible language—they have a relegated role in Spartan society.”
He frowned as he lectured, and I tried not to fall over.
“Because both male and female sirens are extremely amorous, with overly exaggerated secondary sex characteristics, they’re most known for providing sexual entertainment at symposia.”
As an asexual being that just wanted to rot in peace, the siren lifestyle wasnotrelatable.
However, since the Spartans had technically kidnapped me from my home, forced me to fight to the death, and were now holding me captive inside a mountain,torturingme—I was 100 percent on their side.
Free the nipple, lips (vaginal), and sirens from sexual servitude.
Unfortunately, that was the last comprehensible thought I had for a while.
Professor Pine came in and taught another class, then Professor Augustus, then Pine, then... I lost track of how many times they switched.
“You will now be given a test in each of the subjects,” General Cleandro said out of nowhere (literally one second, I saw darkness, then poof, he was in front of me).
A thick packet was placed on my lap.
“Begin,” he ordered.
I stared down at the page blankly.
Someone clapped loudly, and I barely noticed.
“EVERYONE, WAKE UP.”
