Chapter 117
Korin
Something's up with my twin. Something's been up all week.
I narrow my eyes at her across the training room as she sends a wave of flames roaring toward the target. I let my arrows fly right through the blaze to double the impact. She doesn't even snap at me for stealing her kill.
Suspicious.
The stick she usually keeps lodged firmly up her ass? Gone. Yesterday she caught me tangled up with the gardener's daughter and didn't make a single snide comment. Not even a raised eyebrow.
She's… I shiver. She's sleeping with someone, isn't she?
And whoever it is must be fearless.
I start watching her like a hawk, but she knows I'm watching, so she's careful. Too careful. That only makes me more determined. She'll slip up eventually.
We keep training, practicing with our elemental spirits, when he walks in—Ken. Looking like he's here for a bloody photoshoot instead of a spar.
