"Hey… something is poking at me."
A voice echoed through the dark space.
"Don't touch me there."
"I said, don't touch me or I will—"
The voice echoed again.
"…I will kill you."
"Bastard, I don't wanna do that either," I finally snapped after this guy acted like a fucking victim for the past hour. "There's literally no space."
It had been exactly three weeks since I challenged Varek to a successor duel and my days had been chaotic… to put it lightly.
"I'm going to kill you once we get out of here, Ashborn."
The one spitting those cringey threats while acting like a self-absorbed daddy's princess was none other than Noah.
"Dream on, bitch," I shot back at him in his own language.
This bastard was just jealous of me.
After my meeting with Alya, when I lied to her about being Noah's friend, I realized it was finally time to start using the protagonist properly…
…and step one was befriending him.
