She responds to my sigh with a laugh as she laces her fingers through mine and pulls me toward my door.
A round of claps echoes around us when we step out of my room.
“Bravo, you two, well done.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask.
“Eww, what’s on the floor?”
“I’m talking about that grand show the two of you just put on. I heard it all.”
“What?” Thayla shrieks as she whips her head toward Riven. “Was I that loud or are the walls not as soundproof as I assumed?”
“Oh no, I had to press my ear to the door. By the way, that was me you just stepped in.”
“You…” She looks back at the mess on the floor, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Left that for you.” He winks.
“You nasty asshole.”
His eyes widen when she picks up the lamp and I pluck it from her hands.
“No one gave you permission to fucking listen in, Riven,” I grumble.
“Thayla basically did in the carriage,” he argues.
“Well, I didn’t. Go get dressed. We need to get Amick and Kyzen. We’re going to Hellveilious tomorrow.”
“Are we really?”
He giggles and disappears into his room before I can even answer him. My curses are cut short when I catch Thayla staring at the side of my face.
“What?”
Her lips flatten and she shakes her head.
“Nothing.”
Fuck me. Should’ve put my own knot in place.
Thayla
15
I felt insanely guilty for lying to all our friends yesterday afternoon.
Especially Yemi.
That guilt lessens the more Lambrit hammers on about how great Creed’s cooking is. He made sure to also tell Yemi that hers was phenomenal as well.
When I laid my hand on my heart in faux outrage and asked him what about me, he said I was his third favorite chief.
Everyone laughed, which is what caused my guilt to lessen.
Assholes picking on me.
Then I felt defensive on Rose’s behalf and fussed at him, but she giggled sweetly and told me she doesn’t cook, so she wasn’t offended at all.
