and absently scratched his chin. "Which man was it?"
I stayed quiet, trying to remember his name.
Malik grunted, his tone a short growl. "It was Craw."
My brows puckered. "I'm not sure if that's his name, but he has pink hair."
Leo and Malik nodded as one. They stated in unison, "Craw."
Malik lifted a black brow, raising his gaze to Leo. "I wouldn't mind taking this one."
Leo's eyes started to widen before he swiftly blanked his features. He shifted his weight, then casually shrugged. "I don't mind."
I smirked, but quietly stated, "Don't tell him I tattled." The last thing I wanted was a Mian knowing I had been the reason he was going to get an ass chewing. "Please."
Malik did not even glance down at me. He just stared at Leo. "Left or right?"
Leo tilted his head from side to side in thought. "I'll leave the choice up to you. Though, I do believe he's predominantly right handed."
My brows furrowed. "Are you going to slap his hand?" That seemed childish.
Ignoring me, Malik cracked his neck. "I'll do both. Lesson learned by all."
Leo shrugged, peering at him from under his lashes. "Whatever you want."
"Hello?" I mumbled, waving a hand between their faces. "I asked a question."
No response.
My jaw dropped in shock when Malik turned and walked over to the other team, handling this now. He held all of their attention as he spoke to the man, Craw, with the pink hair. I could not hear what he was saying, but my team around me could. A few of them grimaced when Craw started shaking his head and pointing at me, speaking with animated features of hatred.
The Mian I had been yelling at muttered under his breath, " That wasn't smart ."
Leo grunted and crossed his arms, but continued his silence as he stayed by my side.
"What's going on?" I asked, my gaze flying back and forth between the teams. "I can't hear—"
Craw's terrified bellow drowned out my words.
I gasped, and grabbed my stomach. I could not look away.
Malik's right hand ... it was now inside Craw's chest.
He had grabbed Craw by the throat so fast I had not even seen the action, but I had seen when he had punched his other fist straight into Craw's ribs. His hand had sunk in, up to his wrist. Craw's mouth was parted wide in agony, his head lolling back toward the sky. Vomit rose in the back of my throat as Malik jerked his right hand free of Craw's chest.
In his grip was Craw's heart.
I blinked, my words choked. "I think I'm done playing tonight." I turned, holding a hand over my mouth and quickly walked back inside the palace where my ten guards were waiting for me. I barely made it to my bedroom to puke in the solitude of my bathroom.
Footnote for my new life on Triaz—Don't tattle.
I would like to say witnessing the brutal death of Craw kept me out of Leo and Malik's bedroom as the blessed sun began to rise. But it did not. I was, once again, creeping through their darkened bedroom. My stomach still rolled with the vision of Malik holding Craw's heart, but I knew that situation had been of my own making. If I had paid better attention at the time, I would have noticed the way Malik or Leo always hovered directly next to me, each taking turns watching over me. Sitting alone in my room for the last five hours had given me plenty of time to reflect. Their movements had been acts of possession. The one thing I knew for certain from my readings was when a Mian called someone their own, they were brutal in their thoughts and actions to keep it that way.
And I was their Soul.
I should have kept my mouth shut and then kneed Craw the next time I had come across him.
I also was not sure if I would ever become accustomed to the cruelty of the Mian, but I was a quick study. What happened today would not happen again. Not if I could help it, anyway. I would handle indiscretions such as that on my own unless the act truly deserved a harsh punishment. Only then would I confront Leo and Malik with a problem.
Lesson learned.
Sighing quietly, I tried not to
I stayed quiet, trying to remember his name.
Malik grunted, his tone a short growl. "It was Craw."
My brows puckered. "I'm not sure if that's his name, but he has pink hair."
Leo and Malik nodded as one. They stated in unison, "Craw."
Malik lifted a black brow, raising his gaze to Leo. "I wouldn't mind taking this one."
Leo's eyes started to widen before he swiftly blanked his features. He shifted his weight, then casually shrugged. "I don't mind."
I smirked, but quietly stated, "Don't tell him I tattled." The last thing I wanted was a Mian knowing I had been the reason he was going to get an ass chewing. "Please."
Malik did not even glance down at me. He just stared at Leo. "Left or right?"
Leo tilted his head from side to side in thought. "I'll leave the choice up to you. Though, I do believe he's predominantly right handed."
My brows furrowed. "Are you going to slap his hand?" That seemed childish.
Ignoring me, Malik cracked his neck. "I'll do both. Lesson learned by all."
Leo shrugged, peering at him from under his lashes. "Whatever you want."
"Hello?" I mumbled, waving a hand between their faces. "I asked a question."
No response.
My jaw dropped in shock when Malik turned and walked over to the other team, handling this now. He held all of their attention as he spoke to the man, Craw, with the pink hair. I could not hear what he was saying, but my team around me could. A few of them grimaced when Craw started shaking his head and pointing at me, speaking with animated features of hatred.
The Mian I had been yelling at muttered under his breath, " That wasn't smart ."
Leo grunted and crossed his arms, but continued his silence as he stayed by my side.
"What's going on?" I asked, my gaze flying back and forth between the teams. "I can't hear—"
Craw's terrified bellow drowned out my words.
I gasped, and grabbed my stomach. I could not look away.
Malik's right hand ... it was now inside Craw's chest.
He had grabbed Craw by the throat so fast I had not even seen the action, but I had seen when he had punched his other fist straight into Craw's ribs. His hand had sunk in, up to his wrist. Craw's mouth was parted wide in agony, his head lolling back toward the sky. Vomit rose in the back of my throat as Malik jerked his right hand free of Craw's chest.
In his grip was Craw's heart.
I blinked, my words choked. "I think I'm done playing tonight." I turned, holding a hand over my mouth and quickly walked back inside the palace where my ten guards were waiting for me. I barely made it to my bedroom to puke in the solitude of my bathroom.
Footnote for my new life on Triaz—Don't tattle.
I would like to say witnessing the brutal death of Craw kept me out of Leo and Malik's bedroom as the blessed sun began to rise. But it did not. I was, once again, creeping through their darkened bedroom. My stomach still rolled with the vision of Malik holding Craw's heart, but I knew that situation had been of my own making. If I had paid better attention at the time, I would have noticed the way Malik or Leo always hovered directly next to me, each taking turns watching over me. Sitting alone in my room for the last five hours had given me plenty of time to reflect. Their movements had been acts of possession. The one thing I knew for certain from my readings was when a Mian called someone their own, they were brutal in their thoughts and actions to keep it that way.
And I was their Soul.
I should have kept my mouth shut and then kneed Craw the next time I had come across him.
I also was not sure if I would ever become accustomed to the cruelty of the Mian, but I was a quick study. What happened today would not happen again. Not if I could help it, anyway. I would handle indiscretions such as that on my own unless the act truly deserved a harsh punishment. Only then would I confront Leo and Malik with a problem.
Lesson learned.
Sighing quietly, I tried not to
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