His anger at this betrayal ran nearly as deep as mine. I didn’t really understand why he felt like that, but he did. It almost made me think he wasn’t a complete ass.
Almost.
I pulled the cloak around me and sighed. I didn’t know why I was hiding in shadows like some sort of wraith, watching Master Dorian enjoying a good book. I wanted to go back to my new apartments, wallow in self-pity, and make the insane decision of who got to fuck me.
I twisted my lip in disgust.
The prim and proper school teacher-acolyte in me recoiled at the idea of thinking about whom to have sex with. That wasn’t what a proper acolyte thought about, and it wasn’t the way a school teacher acted.
Now, the temple master part of me was worried about gaining enough power to work my magic. It wasn’t so much about who was good in bed, but who could get me where I needed to be.
Every direction of which was up.
And now, horny me just wanted some damn action.
I was so confused and tired. All I wanted was a good night’s sleep.
And then some sex.
Since shadows were deep, and the wall started to feel comfortable, I started to drift a bit. Sleep would be nice.
Elex walked into the common room.
I bit my lip. I couldn’t react to him, I wasn’t supposed to. But, all at once, so many things ran through my head. So many things I wanted to shout.
Run.
Stay.
Love me.
Why?
Why?
The corner’s shadows held me still.
I waited. I watched.
His face was a sea of calm, his stride measured, his breathing even. There was no sign of what we had seen the night before. He was the same Elex as always.
A total fabrication.
It hurt so much to see him there, acting as if he wasn’t betraying me and the entire temple.
Roran and Rilen were right. If I hadn’t seen him last night with the rebels, they never would have had a chance to convince me he was anything more than dedicated to his work.
Master Dorian’s book snapped shut, startling me.
“There you are, Elex.” His voice boomed through the chamber. “We must talk.”
“Master, I’m only here to grab a daily sheet and see what I missed—”
“We need to talk,” Master Dorian repeated. There was no room for argument in his tone.
Choosing a table not far from my shadowed hideout, he gestured for Elex to take a seat across from him. The two of them sat, and the elder druid pulled a flask out of his robe while two glasses appeared on the table.
“Are those glasses bound to you?” Elex asked.
