Mated To Valentine
“Alright, let’s go before he actually kills me. But just—just so we’re clear, this? This was totally worth it.”
We weave through the crowd, or at least, I try to weave. Achilles mostly stumbles.
Valentine meets us at the exit.
He doesn’t speak at first. Just looks—at me, at Achilles, at the way Achilles is still half-draped over me for balance. His jaw tightens.
Then, finally—
"Are you insane?"
Achilles lets out an exaggerated groan. “Oh, come on—”
"Do you have any idea how dangerous this was?" Valentine’s voice is low, controlled—but lethal. "Bounty hunters could have been watching. The council could have had eyes on you. And you thought it was a great idea to go drinking in the middle of t