Roxy's POV
Fight. Rest. Fight. Rest. Fight...Rest...
This has been most of our routine in recent weeks. Joining the club was Oob. He was curled up cutely around me as we lounged in my protected house. My magic was constant and sure, like a pillar in Hell.
'Sloth...I never asked you to work on me willingly. But my thoughts have been racing like crazy. Can you just put me out to sleep?'
I asked desperately that evening. The night before was the fight, and I knew I needed sleep but my head just wouldn't listen.
'I have...influence. But partially.' He replied lazily.
'Any amount would work, I think. Just please—'
My conversation with Sloth was cut short as my senses picked up a breached, familiar entry into the mansion's territory. I rushed out to the balcony and saw my brother walking up weakly. The smile spread on my face like a lotus blooming.
