Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 206625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 827(@250wpm)___ 689(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 827(@250wpm)___ 689(@300wpm)
I grab my bag on the way out, passing by rows of empty beds that belonged to the dozen women who haven’t survived to see August, and shove open the door.
There he is.
Dain’s eyes light up as he pushes off the wall of the hallway where he’s obviously been waiting for me. “Morning.”
I can’t help the smile that curves my lips. “You don’t have to escort me to duty every morning, you know.”
“It’s the only time I get to see you when I’m not your squad leader,” he counters as we walk down the empty hallway, past the halls that will lead to our rooms if we survive Threshing. “Trust me, it’s worth getting up an hour early, though I still can’t figure out why you’d choose breakfast duty over every other assignment.”
I shrug. “I have my reasons.” Really, really, really good reasons. Though I do miss the extra hour of sleep I’d had before we chose our assignments last week.
A door on the right flies open, and Dain darts in front of me, dragging me behind him with his arm so I face-plant into his back. He smells like leather and soap and—
“Rhiannon?” he snaps.
“Sorry!” Rhiannon’s eyes widen.
I slip out of Dain’s hold and move to his side so I can see her. “I wondered where you were this morning.” A grin spreads across my face as Tara appears next to her. “Hey, Tara.”
“Hey, Violet.” She gives me a wave, then heads down the hallway, tucking her shirt into her pants.
“We have curfew for a reason, cadet,” Dain lectures, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “And you know that no one is supposed to be in the private dorms until after Threshing.”
“Maybe we were just up early,” Rhiannon counters. “You know, like you are right now.” She glances between the two of us with a mischievous smirk.
Dain rubs the bridge of his nose. “Just…get back to the dorms and pretend you slept there, will you?”
“Absolutely!” She squeezes my hand as she passes by.
“Way to go,” I whisper quickly. She’s had a thing for Tara since we got here.
“I know, right?” She backs away with a smile, then turns to push through the hall doors.
“Monitoring the sex lives of first-years was not what I had in mind when I applied to be a squad leader,” Dain mutters, and we continue toward the kitchen.
“Oh, come on. Like you weren’t a first-year yourself last year.”
He lifts his brows in thought and eventually shrugs. “Fair point. And you’re a first-year now…” His eyes slide my way as we near the arched doorways that lead to the rotunda, and his lips part like he’s going to continue, but he looks away, pivoting to open the door for me.
“Why, Dain Aetos! Are you asking me about my sex life?” I let my fingers trail along the exposed fangs of the green dragon pillar and bite back a smile as we walk by.
“No!” He shakes his head, then pauses in thought. “I mean…is there a sex life to ask about?”
We climb the steps that lead into commons, and I turn just before the door to face him. He’s two steps below me, putting us at eye level. “Since I got here?” I tap my chin with my finger and smile. “That’s none of your business. Before I got here? Still none of your business.”
“Another fair point.” His mouth curves into a grin that makes me wish it was his business, though.
I turn around before I do something utterly foolish like make it his business. We continue into commons, walking past the empty study tables and the entrance to the library. It’s nothing as awe-inspiring as the scribes’ Archives, but it has every tome I’ll need for studying here.
“Are you ready for today?” Dain asks as we near the gathering hall. “For the challenges to start this afternoon?”
My stomach knots.
“I’ll be all right,” I assure him, but he moves in front of me, halting my steps.
“I know you’ve been practicing with Rhiannon, but…” Worry lines his forehead.
“I’ve got it,” I promise, looking into his eyes so he knows I mean it. “You don’t have to worry about me.” Last night, Oren Seifert’s name was posted next to mine right where Brennan said it would be. He’s a tall blond in First Wing with tolerable knife skills but one hell of a punch.
“I always worry about you.” Dain’s hands curl into fists.
“Don’t.” I shake my head. “I can handle myself.”
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
My ribs squeeze my heart like a vise.
“Then don’t watch.” I take his calloused hand in mine. “You can’t save me from this, Dain. I’m going to be challenged once a week just like every other cadet. And it’s not going to stop there. You can’t protect me from Threshing, or the Gauntlet, or Jack Barlowe—”