Page 86 of Hell’s Weapon

“Good. Let me know if they let you down.”

Glancing down at my food, suddenly my appetite is nowhere to be found.

“Do you two want to get out of here and talk?” I ask. I hate that I’m nervous about revealing my true identity but if I want to pursue this thing, I need to be honest. There’s just a tiny niggling twist in my gut telling me that they won’t take it well. There’s no evidence to support it but it’s there anyway.

Milo nods but then looks at Wyatt. His eyes flicking between the two of us. His hand also sneaks to cover the one on his thigh. Their blossoming connection is beautiful to witness, I just hope I’m in on it and not left to watch it from afar.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Mo Stór.” Wyatt breaks into a smile and pushes his own breakfast into the middle of the table.

“We’ll see you later,” I interrupt Seffy and Rio as we go to leave. Seffy gives me an encouraging smile and a not so subtle thumbs up in encouragement. Rolling my eyes, I just purse my lips back.

We walk out of the canteen and out into the back courtyard. It's stifling already, the humidity trapped by thick clouds. I stroll over to the grass area and sit, crossing my legs and scooping my hair up into a messy bun. I enjoy the heat but five seconds out here and my long locks are already making my neck sweat.

“Fucking balls, it’s hotter than Hell out here today.” Wyatt’s words break the tension I’m feeling, making me laugh.

“Technically we are in Hell, so it’s as hot as Hell,” I reply.

“True.” He sits, pulling Milo down with him by their linked hands. “Still getting used to that.”

“Are you okay?” Milo signs, pulling his hand from Wyatt’s. “Sorry I didn’t come back to our room last night.”

“I expected you to be with Wyatt. It got kinda late and I didn’t want to disturb either of you, otherwise I would’ve knocked.”

“What were you up to?” Wyatt asks. It gives me the perfect opening. Taking a breath, I make a decision on which truth to spill first.

“I had to talk to Garrick.”

Silence meets my answer, and I see both of them grow confused as they run through the names of the contestants and come up blank.

“Who is that?” Milo signs.

“You know him as Officer Zephyr.”

“The Head Guard?” Wyatt asks, his brows still knitted.

“Yes.” I pause to give them a second to process the information. “He’s the one I slept with the other night.”

“The Head Guard?” Wyatt repeats. Milo stays quiet.

“Yes,” I say with more conviction.

“Are you with him?”

“Yes.” It’s easier to say than I thought it would be.

I wait for a reply for either one of them but neither does. And after the amount of times Garrick and I have practically torn into each other, I can understand why it would be a shock.

Milo’s face, however, speaks volumes as a sadness etches its way onto his features, making me feel like the biggest bitch to have ever walked the realms.

“So that’s it then. Game over for us.” Wyatt’s face is a stoic blank slate. I might hate that more.

“What? No.” I reach out to them with both of my hands. “Fuck. Sorry. Let me explain.”

“It doesn’t sound like anything needs explaining,” he snaps.

“Wyatt, I want to be with you too. Both of you.”

Milo’s eyes lift from the grass to meet mine. His shiny pupils still hold the confusion but he takes the tiny shred of hope I’ve thrown between us.