09-15-2018, 12:52 PM
For anyone else, trading secrets was meager bait. Oriena was delusional if she thought her associate had a chance in hell at defeating a channeler. Even if Kasun was a closet channeler himself, abilities hidden behind a golden mask, Ryker’s confidence in Ivan was unwavering. If skill didn’t put him over the edge, pure, blind rage would. Mania swam beneath Ivan’s surface. It only needed to be released.
He shrugged, “Secret for a secret.” She was also delusional to think Ryker’s honor pushed him to uphold a wager lost. (He wasn’t going to lose). The ignorant girl did want something, and while he cared nothing for those desires, if they happened to align temporarily with his own, she could prove useful. She was at the ball. Connections webbed her to powerful players.
The pending fight was announced. Blood spilled the water and predators stirred. They weren’t the only ones to descend from bar-level to find better seats.
He shrugged, “Secret for a secret.” She was also delusional to think Ryker’s honor pushed him to uphold a wager lost. (He wasn’t going to lose). The ignorant girl did want something, and while he cared nothing for those desires, if they happened to align temporarily with his own, she could prove useful. She was at the ball. Connections webbed her to powerful players.
The pending fight was announced. Blood spilled the water and predators stirred. They weren’t the only ones to descend from bar-level to find better seats.