Rerouted

[Jay Carpenter]

Jay sank onto the cot. Marcus' grave error was assuming he wanted to learn, let alone from the likes of Vellas. He knew who the guy was, of course. Every Legionnaire did. Even if Vellas shared half of what he could do, would Jay even want to take that? Sure, Jay was no stranger to a weapon. But there was a alarming distinction. As a Legionnaire, he used any and all weapons he could reach. Here, he would become the weapon.

He scrubbed a hand through his hair, looked up at Marcus with the weight of dread sinking his gaze low. "No."