"What the hell?" I mutter, swinging myself out of bed, scrambling for something to put on after he ruined what I'd been wearing last night.
I struggle to pull my tunic over my head and my leathers up my legs, as the concerning noises grow louder, making their way to our room. Sweeping my hair up into a knot, I stab a pin through it and grab my dagger, prepared for whatever is outside those doors.
Whipping the door open, the young guards scurry quickly out of my way. The noises are coming from the end of the hall, my Wield buzzing in my palms as I anticipate the worst.
"Dammit, Bennett!"Rorin. Thank fuck.I tell myself, my magic calming down.
The doors to Bennett and Mousy's room are wide open, stuff flying out into the hall as Rorin goes on a rampage. Bennett catches sight of me first and shakes his hand in front of his throat, silently pleading with me not to engage.
Rorin is furiously pacing in the center of the sitting area, his heart beating loudly through the open seal.He’s spiraling… but over what?I wonder.
Ignoring Bennett’s warning, I clear my throat. "What is going on?" Rorin’s head snaps towards me, his eyes softening only a little when he realizes I’m the one interrupting his tirade.
His man sighs, irritated that I didn't listen, responding with, "Will left."
"Fucking abandoned us is what he did." Rorin hisses.
Will?I think to myself, unsure of who exactly we're talking about. "Ror, he told you—"
"I know what he bloody said, Bennett."
His man raises his arms in defense, backing off and away.
"I'm sorry, but — who is Will?"
Rorin pinches his brow and sucks in a sharp breath. "Will is who you so 'affectionately' call,Mousy." He snarks, not bothering to soften his tone.
Ah…I think to myself. "His name is Will?"
"Oh bloody hell…" Bennett scoffs, dropping his head back.
"What is all the noise?" Millie's voice pipes up, all three of us turning to see her standing in the doorway, staring wide at the mess Rorin's made. "I supposeyouare all the noise." She mutters, walking around me to stand beside Bennett.
He drapes an arm over her shoulders, leaning into her ear to tell her that Mous—Willis gone. Her mouth drops, and he clamps a broad hand over it, silencing her as he backs the two of them up against the wall.
"Ror—"
"I can't believe he would do this." He barks, kicking the leg of the chair next to him, and sending it skidding across the floor.
"Rorin, hewarnedyou…"
He cracks his neck, flexing his hands in and out of his palms, mist slipping through the slits of his fingers as he tries to gain some control back. "How many times are you going to repeat yourself with that hmm? Because from the moment I came in here, that’s all that seems to come out of your fucking mouth." Bennett's face flashes with hurt, and I see the regret enter Rorin's almost immediately. "Ben—"
"I think you've said enough for right now, Rorin," Millie interjects, guiding their friend out of the room.
"And you wonder why he left us," Bennett grumbles under his breath.
Rorin's hands slide down his face as he stalks over to the hearth, snatching a bottle of liquor off the side table on his way. He grimaces while taking a long swig of it, fighting the cough from the burn.
I watch as he takes a few more drinks before I decide it's safe to interrupt him.
When he lifts it to finish the bottle off, I grab hold of the neck and pull it from his grip, earning myself a glare.
"You will thank me later," I whisper, pouring the rest of the alcohol into my mouth. "I'm sorry… that he left."
He scoffs, "don't lie, Eveera."
My lips flatten into a thin line, and I step chest to chest with him, grabbing hold of his chin. "Look at me." He fights the hold, and I jerk his face again, "look. at. me." The hazel orbs flash withdefiance, and the muscle in his jaw ticks beneath my fingers. "You're right, I'm not sorry that he left. I am, however, sorry that he has you feeling this much betrayal. But there is a person who is much more deserving of your ire than my furniture."
