“I’d rather you not.”
“Go ahead.”
My neck cranes to Yemi as we answer simultaneously but with two totally different answers.
She shrugs her damn shoulder at me.
“Thanks.”
I watch Mara’s every move as she sits crisscross like us and then just stares at the ground. My huff forces her to glance up.
“What do you want?”
“Can’t I just want to sit down?”
“There’s acreage upon acreage of places to sit. Why did you need to come over here and fuck with our peace?”
She rolls her eyes and wipes her hands off on her pants. Not getting up.
“You don’t seem all that peaceful.”
“Cut the shit or go back over there to your Valtrue. I’m not in the mood for you.”
Her lips tighten into a flat line and her eyes cast to the side as she stares out into the never-ending darkness.
“Yeah, that seems to be the consensus with everyone right now.”
I snort. Unkindly.
“What’s wrong? Your Defender friends aren’t in the mood for you and your attitude either?”
“Friends,” she scoffs. “No one really wants to be friends with the Binder of the God of Strength’s Valtrue.”
“Well, if you weren’t such a raging bit—”
“Thayla.”
“Don’t Thayla me right now, Yemi. I swear to the Valories, you always pick the wrong times to want to be nice to someone.”
“I think I picked pretty well last time, thank you.”
I glance thirty or so feet over at where the guys are standing around the small fire they made. What do I find?
Sevryn’s ass staring at Yemi.
Gods, he’s so obsessed with her.
It’s sweet.
He subtly flips me his middle finger when he catches me staring.
Asshole.
“I wanted to have a normal conversation before I died, is all.”
“That’s so dramatic. You’re not going to die, Mara.”
“Oh yeah? You going to save me again, Thayla?”
