Pawns in the game

[Oriena]

Jaxen offered her up like a gift. Irritation rippled beneath his touch. She leaned away from him.

"The moment Nikolai Brandon admitted to the world what he is, the world changed. Why disdain the chaos it brings? Change is messy."
And necessary. Ori didn't care to take sides; morality meant little to her. Responsibility didn't burden her shoulders just because she had been born differently, and she felt no duty to use her gifts wisely. But neither did she desire power. "Oh, I don't plan to hide, Manix."


Why would fairy tales be in a secured library? It seemed a poor treasure to take a risk on, but the breath of challenge had clearly been enough to tie strings around Jaxen's wrists. To Manix, Ori shrugged, leaning back in her seat. "Secrets are a currency I understand."
To Jaxen, her gaze flicked up, a dare writ in their depths and a smirk on her lips.