Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 195876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 979(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 653(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 195876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 979(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 653(@300wpm)
"Hmm," Ambrose says. "We just need to get Beck to promise to keep his dick in his pants. Or at least only release it for Brunhild."
I chuckle. "Yeah. Good luck with that."
"Good luck with what?" Beck asks as he returns to the room.
"We can't use her as a fifth," I say. "The moment you get bored and sleep with another girl, she'll turn on us."
"Brunhild is very open-minded about that sort of thing. On our way out, she asked how you were in bed, Nessa. I think she has come around on you. Honestly, I think she's planning to make a move on you. Or maybe she wants me to make a move on you? I wasn’t sure which it was."
Mireen nudges me. "You could be Brunhild’s big assed girl toy on the side."
"First of all, my ass isn't that big."
Beck pulls a face.
"What?"
"I mean... it's impressive. I'll leave it there."
Ambrose looks like he's trying very hard to stay out of the conversation.
"Believe it or not," I say, annoyance touching my voice. "I'm a lot more worried about surviving the Crucible than what you and Brunhild think about my body, Beck. So I need to know if you think we can actually trust her not to try to get us killed."
"Brunhild could have killed me already if she wanted. I let her tie my hands to the bedpost all the time. I'm completely defenseless. Naked. A little scared. Very aroused. But—"
"That's plenty of input, Beck," I say, holding up a hand to stop him before he mentally scars me. "Thanks."
Beck shrugs. "I'll just say this. She’s got the strongest grip I’ve ever seen. And not just in her hands."
"Ugh," Mireen says, holding up both hands. "Didn't ask, Beck."
"I'd rather know I can trust everyone in our group,” I say. “Even if she's strong."
"Very strong. Full body," Beck adds.
"Even if she's strong," I repeat, trying to pretend I didn't hear him. "She's a question mark. I'm not sure it's worth the risk."
"Does this have something to do with Voss?" Mireen asks slowly.
"I don't know," I say. Whenever they ask about my meetings with Voss, I feel a sudden and almost uncontrollable need to change the subject. My skin prickles with anxiety. The entire focus of my relationship with Voss revolves around being unbound—around the secret I’m still keeping from my closest friends. "I just know Raith said he'll look out for us. He's not interested in winning to earn a spot as a legacy, so he's going to just keep an eye out for us."
"Wait, what?" Ambrose leans forward, eyebrows high. "Who wouldn't want to be a legacy? You know there's an entire section of the library they only give legacies access to?"
"He had… strong words about legacies. Just trust me. He’s not interested in winning. So with Raith and his group protecting us and Typhon, I don't really see why we need a fifth."
"And you think nobody in Raith's group will actually want to be legacies?" Beck asks. "They'll just agree to follow him for babysitter duty?"
"You've seen them. They're all loyal to him. Except Serena."
"What if she's had enough time to change some of their minds since Confluence Day?" Ambrose asks. "She's a terrible person, but I have to admit I can imagine her... charming her way into a few hearts."
Beck nods. "Serena is fucking hot. He's right. I could imagine a hypothetical situation where getting into her pants could convince me to do some stupid things."
"Beck..." Mireen warns.
"Hypothetical. I said hypothetical."
I chew my nail. I honestly hadn't thought about Serena winning over allies. A sudden itch to talk to Raith and try to warn him rises up in me. My pulse doubles at the thought of something happening to him.
"What about Bastian?" Ambrose asks. "Is he going to look out for us during the Crucible, too? He's got nothing to win, so that would at least make more sense since I know he wants to get in your pants."
"I've tried to tell you guys a thousand times," I sigh.
"Just like you've told us there's nothing between you and Raith?" Mireen asks, wiggling her eyebrows. "And yet you guys are constantly sneaking off together?"
"It's not constantly. I've told you he just helps me train."
"Convenient," Beck says, leaning against the wall and folding his muscular arms over his chest. "They disappear to train. An activity that leaves people looking a lot like they just vigorously fucked."
"Nessa has been getting good with that rapier really fast," Ambrose notes. "If he's not actually training her, how do you explain that?"
"Easy,” Beck says. “Raith lets her practice with his ‘rapier’ every night. Two hands. One hand. No hands.”
Mireen covers her mouth so I don't see her smile, but I whack her on the arm anyway.
"You're all ridiculous. Except Ambrose. Thank you, Ambrose."
"Just to be clear, I still think you guys are having sex," Ambrose says. "I just also think you're finding time to train. And I definitely think something's going on with you and Bastian, too."