She doesn’t look impressed, pouting slightly. Jealous much, Blondie?
I still have to cast the spell, but I’ve figured out how to do this without saying the spell out loud. Magic comes from within. Magic doesn’t have ears. I can call upon it with the voice of my soul.
She stares at me smugly.
No fucking way…
Understanding dawns on me, and I stare at her. “You tricked him, didn’t you?”
She smiles proudly.
Did you think I would touch my throat in fear?
She imitates the expression she had when facing Hades, and the same glimmer of fear in her eyes.
I whistle. Ok, I got to give it to her; she’s a smart little thing.
She nods as if knowing what I’m thinking, and I pat her shoulder.
“So, it was all an act…”
Obviously, you will never see fear in my eyes.
“No kidding, I’m actually impressed. You might have just tricked a god…”
Not might – did. We’ve signed the contract. A god does not go back on his word, and Hades, well, he fell for it because I was simply a foolish girl in his eyes. Now I’d better go, I have class.
She spins around before she pauses and flicks her hand at me. Her power swirls around me, and then I’m dry.
“Finally!” I say, looking myself over as she picks up the chest Hades gave her.
You’re welcome.
She writes, before opening the box, inside are eight largemedallions and one smaller one. She snaps it shut, her eyes sparkling, and I give her a half-smirk as she pouts and writes something,
And thank you for arranging this meeting. I appreciate it.
“Yeah?” I close the gap between us as I fall in step beside her. “Well, I was fucking worried it wouldn’t go well, but you did it. You ain’t bad, Blondie, you ain’t damn bad.”
To my surprise, she stops and stares at me, a faint blush coating her cheeks at the compliment. Then she smiles, a real, genuine smile, not that smug, annoying one she usually has, and I don’t need her to write anything when her eyes meet mine to know what she wants to say.
Thanks.
“You’re welcome, Blondie. Now, don’t go making me regret what I said. We still have the mission to complete.”
She nods, but the confidence doesn’t falter.
I want to ask her about the second trade, but it doesn’t seem like the right time. She’s already given up her voice, for good...
Damn.
Sienna fucking owes her.
I glance up at the blazing sun as we walk back towards the school together. Somehow, I feel disappointed, although we got what we wanted... or she did.
I glance back at her, realising I won’t hear her talk and be an obnoxious brat again...
Damn, that does suck.
