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Omigosh this is going to be hysterical

LOL, that was the best!

Also, with every passing post I hear his accent clearer XD

Acyn

“You must think me heartless. Thats all righ’ with me. I don’t except any less or more from anyone. But know this when I say that I don’t care for anyone other than my own brethren. Least of all your two mates. That is a fact. So. What’s that you said about Liorah? A Princess?”

I nodded absently, still examining the door for a way to get it open.

Lorcan laughed.

“You’re pulling my leg. No way.”

I looked over my shoulder, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You didn’t see– she didn’t tell you?”

That was exactly the type of thing she’d do, and silently glory in the fact that he didn’t know who he was insulting.

If he had been from Yerasht, he could have seen her tribe and position at a glance from the chain on her forehead, but he knew nothing about that.

Lorcan shook his head in disbelief.

“Stop. She’s royalty?” He laughed, almost hysterically, and I grinned.

“That spoilt brat – no wonder she was acting all high n’ mighty with me. It makes so much sense now.”

“Yes, she’s royalty. Her Royal Highness, Princess Liorah, daughter of Shemaiah of the Lehabim, second of the Goldenblooded. I generally just call her ‘stupid’. That works too,” I said.

(Author’s note: Goldenblooded is a Lehabim term used to describe the direct line of ascension. So the Goldenblooded are those in line for the throne.)

He let out a scoff. “Well, I can assure you that I have no respect for royalty. Especially your little friend. So don’t be expecting any gasps of wonder from me.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, mockingly. “No matter how much contempt you have for royalty, Liorah will always have more.”

I glanced at Sahar.

“When was the last time she almost got disowned?”

“Last week,” Sahar said, without looking up.

“But I don’t rejoice when people vanish. I can tell you that for a fact. In fact, part of my job is finding missing people. I’m looking for someone right now who’s wanted by the government. I doubt I’ll ever find her though.”

I made a great show of thinking deeply.

“As far as I remember your previous descriptor was ‘Assassin’ so theoretically, I don’t think the ‘missing people’ you find are too thrilled with it. In fact, I would go as far as to say that they’d probably refer to remain missing.”

I was walking on thin ice but that was hardly new. After all, the worst he could do was outright kill me and that would almost be a favor.

“But I have to. The fate of my people depends on it. So you see? I might be an assassin, but I have loved ones too. I know what it’s like to care about people.”

I hummed, unconvinced.

“Caring about people. Sounds brilliant, you’ll have to show me how someday. Actually, never mind, I have better things to do.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Sahar said, getting up and dusting the debris off her skirt.

“If you ask me, I think your mates are grand. No way would Liorah allow a wall to finish her off. That much I know. She’s probably home by now. And Ferran too.”

“I’m not worried about Ferran,” I clarified. “I’m worried about Ferran having to supervise Liorah. She has this horrid tendency to drag everyone after her into trouble. Though some go willingly,” I shot Sahar a glance and she returned it with a grin.

“Your life would be much more fun if you had an impulsive thought for once.”

I pulled a face.

“The thought alone makes me feel ill. We’ve established Ferran will be fine, and we’ve established that Liorah will do everything in her power to die dramatically. What’s the course of action?”