We Are Dying Gods by C. M. Lockhart

We Are Dying Gods by C. M. Lockhart

Author:C. M. Lockhart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Written in Melanin
Published: 2023-08-29T00:00:00+00:00


Chapter Twelve

One who is heavy in her heart will never be light on her feet.

— Adage of the Gods | Lindl’s Five Holy Academies Compilation

ROTHE’S DOMAIN — THE QUEEN’S TOWER

3 DAYS BEFORE THE OPENING CEREMONY

“I refuse to believe that the gods made you this incompetent.”

The words were spoken on a sigh as Sal pinched the bridge of his nose and turned his pale face up to the elegant ceiling. His brown curls bounced around his shoulders, and in the breaking light of the dawn that filtered through the golden curtains of the ballroom, Sarah’s eyes widened.

His clothes were simple — black slacks with a golden button down tucked into them. The top three buttons were left open to reveal his throat and the simple gold chain that sat at the base of it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the veins in his forearms, and Sarah was shocked to realize that, in his own way, Sal was gorgeous. Not in the way that Noble and Jack were, with overwhelming muscle and effortless charm, but in the way that boys were when they were pretty. He reminded her more of Kyle, and she was surprised at herself that he even crossed her mind.

She tried to keep her thoughts from returning to him when she could help it and, other than the moments where she allowed herself to wonder if he was still keeping his promise to take care of Jamie, she’d forbidden herself to spend too much time thinking about either of them. If she did, it would lead to an ache in her chest that even Asari’s power wouldn’t be able to heal and it would land her in a pit of her darkest thoughts — her mind filled with her every failure, both as a pretend lover and an older sister. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the creeping thoughts and focused instead on Noble across the room.

He’d arrived with Sal that morning, wearing the classic nondescript clothes of the shadows. His black shirt was skintight and clung to every muscle he had before tapering into cargo pants that were cinched at his waist with a leather belt. His boots were spotless, and his silver hair had grown out. He’d shaved the back and sides, leaving the rest to be tied up in a tiny bun at the top of his head. Sarah couldn’t keep her eyes away from him and silently cursed herself for having tripped over herself, forcing a break into their practice.

Noble had been her dance partner so that Sal could observe her movements. She’d been surprised to see him there since, for the past two weeks, it had just been her and Sal in the small ballroom. It had become a routine she’d grown to expect. Mara would wake her before dawn to help her get dressed and do her makeup — since, as a princess, it was unheard of for her to be seen in public without her



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