Jinx nodded and attacked the food.
I sat rigidly and stared at the leader of the kings.
The corner of his mouth quirked up into a lopsided smile.
I forgot how to breathe, my stomach pinched, and pain tingled down my spine.
In the back of the room, a demon snored and John moaned something in his sleep.
Malum held up a cucumber sandwich, laughably small compared to the size of his hands, and it took me a second to realize what he was waiting for.
I touched my sandwich to his. “Cheers.”
“To winning this war,” he whispered as a scarlet flush spread down his neck. “We can do this.”
“Hopefully,” I said tiredly.
He shook his head. “I have a good feeling. Did I ever tell you about how we became kings?”
“No,” I said, shocked that the recalcitrant man who literally breathed fire was opening up to me.
“Trust me, our odds were way worse back then,” he said.
Then to my utter astonishment, he launched into an unbelievable tale about how they’d fought for days with no weapons. They’d only had their fists, one another, and the power in their veins.
What he described was the bloodiest, most gruesome tournament known to man.
I felt sick to my stomach listening to how they’d been hunted through the woods when they were still teenagers.
Malum spoke about enduring torture like it was nothing.
He talked about how he’d learned to rely on Scorpius’s advanced hearing for tracking, and how Orion’s enthralling voice had saved them an infinite number of times.
Then he talked about how he’d unleashed his flames on the other competitors.
The rules banned full use of mate powers, so they hunted down the other competitors like animals and killed them. One by one, Malum lit them on fire.
It was a savage, gruesome tale.
It was awe-inspiring.
When he was done explaining how they’d survived, half-beaten for weeks with barely any food and water, he picked up his tea and took a sip.
Jinx and I blinked at him.
“Does that give you—nightmares?” I asked cautiously, unable to reconcile how someone could survive such an ordeal and still function.
Malum shrugged and rubbed at his chest. “No. Physical pain is not what I’m afraid of. It’s never been my weakness.”
A strange sensation unfurled around my heart.
I understood. A broken bone would heal and bruised skin would recover because the violence of a blow was temporary.
It was mental pain that crushed you relentlessly into smithereens.
You didn’t heal overnight.
It was a long-festering suffering that persisted as long as the conditions that fostered it remained, and sometimes long after they’d gone.
Mental pain lingered.
It would take an insane life change—I’d have to live in a peaceful realm that was fully sheltered from violence and war—before I’d even hope to recover.
I’d take a punch to the face over the feelings of emptiness any day.
“I know exactly what you mean,” I whispered as I stared at Malum like I was seeing him for the first time.
The tea in his hand shook.
He stared back at me with haunted silver eyes, and it felt like I was staring into a mirror.
“Someday, both of us will feel whole,” he whispered. “The mental pain will lessen—it has to.” His voice cracked like he was trying to reassure himself.
Before I could think through what I was doing, I reached forward and laid my hand across his. “I agree. We’re going to heal,” I said with conviction. “I have a good feeling about us.” The truth of my words strummed through me.
Then, because bronze cheekbones still blushed pink as he stared at me, I added, “Thank you for sharing your past. I enjoy talking to you—not as enemies.”
Pink became scarlet.
His fingers trembled and tea spilled. He wiped at the mess as he cleared his throat. “It’s nice, getting to know each other.” He cleared his throat. “Let’s do it more often.”
“It’s a plan,” I said and a strange warmth zinged in my chest.
There was something about this disheveled, blushing version of the fire king that brought down all my defenses.
There was an extreme vulnerability about him. He hid it behind bluster because he was afraid of getting hurt.
We were both emotionally damaged and afraid.
“Okay, let’s keep working.” Jinx clicked a pen and opened her notebook, and I jerked because I’d forgotten she was here.
Warm, callused bronze fingers laid across mine.
His touch was tender.
Pain zipped down my spine. In the back of the room, John made a noise in his sleep.
“Thanks for listening to me, Aran,” Malum whispered.
I forgot how to breathe.
My proper name on his lips felt more intimate than a kiss.
Something shifted between us.
“Thanks for sharing.” I gave him a small smile.
His eyes crinkled as he grinned.
We beamed at each other.
His warm thumb traced back and forth over the top of my hand. Ice melted off my skin.
“You’re so screwed.” Jinx’s voice echoed inside my head, and it was my turn to flush as I pretended not to hear her.
We worked together for another fourteen hours.
And the entire time, his hand never left mine.
Chapter 36
Aran
FLAGELLATION
Eccedentesiast (noun): someone who hides their pain behind a smile.
DAY 25, HOUR 22
“Pretend to kiss me,” Sadie shouted up at me as we swayed on the dance floor at Elite Academy. Her breath stank of demon brew, and she’d spent the last hour alternating between drunkenly laughing and sobbing.
Her outburst wasn’t surprising. Frankly, I’d be worried if she weren’t crying.
She kissed me sloppily on the cheek, and I grimaced.
Not because it was gross.
I grimaced because I couldn’t feel where her lips touched my skin because my face was numb from excessive substance abuse.
Students, and a noticeably smaller number of soldiers, crushed around us in our old bedroom as speakers boomed. A gothic beat strummed eerily through the air, and the floor vibrated beneath us.
Vibrant red light filtered through the windows and made everything glow scarlet.
Once again, I shivered because I’d always thought the light at Elite Academy was a much darker shade.
I had a bad feeling the color had always been this rich.
I knew my vision had changed when I was younger, but I never realized it was to this extent.
Why had it changed back? That was also the question.
So many questions.
Still, no answers.
We’d finished strategizing, and after another day had passed with nothing to do but sleep and lightly exercise, we’d started going insane.
We were having another party for morale.
The angels were expected to return soon. We had days until we fought the ungodly again. Maybe a week if we got lucky.
Mental health recovery was very important to me.
That was why I was doing drugs.
Jinx had said there was no logical reason to party, but she hadn’t slaughtered thousands of men and women as they screamed for mercy and then watched as monsters erupted from them. Her boots didn’t stick as she walked.
So, what did she know?
War did things to a person.