Page 68 of Slaying the Vampire Conqueror

The other one let out a slurred scoff. “It’s not just about strength, idiot. He’sscrappy. You’ve never seen ‘im in action.”

“I’ve seen enough not to throw my money away. You just wish it was you in front of all those people.”

Tournaments. Sporting events. Mindless small talk.

I decided not to remember that I knew someone who used to talk about sports that way once.

Atrius’s eyes slipped to me. Then to the hallways, where the voices grew closer. To me again.

We couldn’t speak. But I knew what he was saying.

My fingers tightened around his wrist. I shook my head.

No. Wait.

A slight narrowing of his eyes.

Another shake of my head, harder this time.

No.

The boys wandered closer. They were high, or drunk, or both. One of them kept laughing at his own jokes.

This close, I could feel all Atrius’s strength, the warmth of his body enveloping me. It was distracting—especially because I kept thinking about what that body was capable of doing to those boys around the corner. His muscles still trembled, straining against my hold, but he didn’t pull away.

His chin dipped. The tips of our noses touched through the veil, and despite the fabric, I still felt the urge to twitch back at the touch. Not that there was anywhere to go.

He mouthed,Why?

No sound. But I saw the word on his lips. Weaver, I feltit on my own.

I just shook my head again.

What I hoped he’d understand:If you go out there and kill those boys now, then it starts the battle early. You’d better be ready to fight through the rest of them with me.

We’d have to do that later, of course—and I didn’t know what to make of my oddly strong certainty that however many there were, he and I alone could take them. But I hoped to put it off as long as I could.

In the hallway, the voices stalled. The boys had moved on to discussing who they were betting on for the next horse race.

Atrius stared at me, brows low over his silver-and-gold eyes. Then his fingertip rose and flicked the edge of the veil, making the silken fabric ripple.

And he mouthed,I hate this thing.

Beneath the silk, my lips thinned. Then, despite myself, curled into a smile.

I could’ve sworn that maybe the twitch of Atrius’s lips was almost a smile, too.

“What time is it?” one of the boys asked.

A pause, then the other muttered, “Shit. We’re late.”

The footsteps, quicker this time, moved back down the hall. Away from us.

I cocked my head in a way that I hoped said to Atrius,See? I was right.

He narrowed his eyes in a way that said,This time.

I finally released his wrist. My grip had been so tight that my knuckles were sore. He glanced down at his arm as the voices finally disappeared around the far corner, raising his brows at the red marks.

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