flip side Ahmed was secretly threatened by Fathi’s courage and worried that people would see him for the coward who was afraid to lose his power that he was. His subtle ways of reminding Fathi of his debt—sending him to battle at his own whims when a lesser soldier could handle it, silencing or stopping any valid arguments of the man during meals because Fathi would do whatever Ahmed wanted anyway, taking Tsubame to bed with no respect for the fact that his second favored her—they were simply power plays so that Fathi always remembered who had the power. And it would be Ahmed’s fatal mistake. Reminding a slave that they were a slave was a sure way to cause rebellion from that slave. It was the reason Ahmed hadn’t even figured out he was a pawn in the magic council’s ploy to keep themselves and the ruling magic families ruling. She doubted he’d be so keen about keeping Fathi under foot if he really knew why he was in power.
When Ahmed was done with her, he dismissed her for the night and allowed her to return back to the room she shared with three other servants. Even if Tsubame wanted to be discreet, she couldn’t. When she got to her room, she could feel the eyes of the other servants as they pretended to be asleep, watching as she took off her dress and put on the slip she wore to sleep in. They would talk tomorrow, one of them would be bold enough to ask questions, and Tsubame’s silence and apparent discretion would only spur the rumors. The rumors would undoubtedly be passed along to the soldiers they associated with. Undoubtedly, Ahmed would call her back multiple times before Fathi returned which would only intensify the talk. By the time Fathi got back, someone would tell him if Tsubame didn’t find a way to tell him herself without being suspicious, and then all Tsubame had to do was wait for Fathi and Ahmed to unwittingly carry out the rest of her plan for her. For such complex beings, average humans could be painfully predictable once you understood their nature and studied the things that made them tick. Ahmed and Fathi would most certainly tick. All Tsubame had to do was wait.
9
Fuck Devdan.
Fuck him and his secrets. Fuck him and his aloofness. Fuck him and his trust issues. Fuck him and his protectiveness. Fuck him and his inability to deal with his emotions. Fuck him because she couldn’t get the feel of his lips on hers out her head, the feel of his hands pressing her against him and pulling on her clothes. Actually, fucking Devdan didn’t seem like a bad idea…
MaLeila sighed and stopped typing up her English essay. She would have turned it in this morning if she hadn’t been forced to chase down a sorcerer with a strong proficiency in illusions, disguises, and general magic that required sleight of hand, who stole her staff from her on her way home from another photo shoot. If he hadn’t starting casting spells that could potentially suck the city into a vacuum in space, MaLeila might have gone home and waited to find him later, because him stealing her staff was more detrimental to him than it was to her because very few had enough magic potential to wield her staff as a way to channel their magic without killing themselves. As it was, the sorcerer did end up killing himself when he ended up using all his magic and life force accidently opening the vacuum. The better part of the rest of the evening and night was spent with MaLeila and Marcel figuring out a way to close the vacuum permanently while Devdan and Bastet held it closed temporarily for the duration of their research.
She had been so exhausted afterward that Devdan had to carry her home or so Bastet told her. And though the man had finished the majority of the homework that MaLeila had to turn in before spring break, he refrained from writing the essay because MaLeila would only get into more trouble for plagiarism if her teacher noticed that the essay wasn’t in MaLeila’s writing style. She and Devdan had gotten
When Ahmed was done with her, he dismissed her for the night and allowed her to return back to the room she shared with three other servants. Even if Tsubame wanted to be discreet, she couldn’t. When she got to her room, she could feel the eyes of the other servants as they pretended to be asleep, watching as she took off her dress and put on the slip she wore to sleep in. They would talk tomorrow, one of them would be bold enough to ask questions, and Tsubame’s silence and apparent discretion would only spur the rumors. The rumors would undoubtedly be passed along to the soldiers they associated with. Undoubtedly, Ahmed would call her back multiple times before Fathi returned which would only intensify the talk. By the time Fathi got back, someone would tell him if Tsubame didn’t find a way to tell him herself without being suspicious, and then all Tsubame had to do was wait for Fathi and Ahmed to unwittingly carry out the rest of her plan for her. For such complex beings, average humans could be painfully predictable once you understood their nature and studied the things that made them tick. Ahmed and Fathi would most certainly tick. All Tsubame had to do was wait.
9
Fuck Devdan.
Fuck him and his secrets. Fuck him and his aloofness. Fuck him and his trust issues. Fuck him and his protectiveness. Fuck him and his inability to deal with his emotions. Fuck him because she couldn’t get the feel of his lips on hers out her head, the feel of his hands pressing her against him and pulling on her clothes. Actually, fucking Devdan didn’t seem like a bad idea…
MaLeila sighed and stopped typing up her English essay. She would have turned it in this morning if she hadn’t been forced to chase down a sorcerer with a strong proficiency in illusions, disguises, and general magic that required sleight of hand, who stole her staff from her on her way home from another photo shoot. If he hadn’t starting casting spells that could potentially suck the city into a vacuum in space, MaLeila might have gone home and waited to find him later, because him stealing her staff was more detrimental to him than it was to her because very few had enough magic potential to wield her staff as a way to channel their magic without killing themselves. As it was, the sorcerer did end up killing himself when he ended up using all his magic and life force accidently opening the vacuum. The better part of the rest of the evening and night was spent with MaLeila and Marcel figuring out a way to close the vacuum permanently while Devdan and Bastet held it closed temporarily for the duration of their research.
She had been so exhausted afterward that Devdan had to carry her home or so Bastet told her. And though the man had finished the majority of the homework that MaLeila had to turn in before spring break, he refrained from writing the essay because MaLeila would only get into more trouble for plagiarism if her teacher noticed that the essay wasn’t in MaLeila’s writing style. She and Devdan had gotten
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