“One of my Instructors at the Covenant has a tattoo of it on his arm.”
His lips pursed. “Minister Telly has one on his arm, too.”
“How in the world do you know that?” We cut across the frost- covered lawn to one of the covered walkways connecting smaller buildings to the main one. “Have you been sneaking into his room and cuddling with him, too?”
“Don’t be jealous. You’re my only cuddle bunny. But to answer your question, when I got here with Lucian, Telly was waving his arm around as he yelled at some servants. The sleeve of his robe slipped back and I saw the tattoo.”
“I wonder if they belong to some secret society or something.”
“A secret society of douchebags, maybe.”
I snickered. “Sounds about right.”
We passed two halfs walking to class and they came to an abrupt standstill. Eyes wide, they gawked at us. One boy elbowed the other. “That’s him! And that has to be her—the other one.”
The other boy’s mouth dropped open. “Then it’s true! There really are two Apollyons.”
“By the gods,” his companion ran a hand over his chest, “this is so cool.”
Seth bowed at them. “Way cool.”
Rolling my eyes, I pushed him to the side. The whole sensing Seth thing was getting annoying. “Where are we going?”
“Since it’s freezing up here in the mornings, I figured we’d do our first session in a training room. Then move outside.”
My shoulders slumped. “I have to practice with you all day?”
Seth spun around in front of me, the perpetual, cocksure grin on his face. “You have to spend all day with me. Every day. For as long as we are here.”
I stared at him.
He clapped his hands together, letting out a rather high-pitched squeal before grabbing my hand. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun! Aren’t we? Fun, Alex—we will have fun.”
We weren’t having fun.
I spun around, blocking first his kick then his jab. Sweat poured off me and my muscles ached from the never-ending onslaught that was Seth.
Then again, I preferred these morning sessions over the afternoon ones. Over the past three days, I’d come to dread the outside training sessions. The weather didn’t warm up very much by then, and the frozen ground was unforgiving, even with the magically green grass springing up from it.
Seth tossed me a bottle of water. “Five minutes.”
I retreated to the edge of the mats and took a long swallow. Seth, who never seemed thirsty, decided to entertain the ever-growing crowd of gawkers. In between class changes, half students had started gathering at the doors. Seth left them open since this kind of thing stroked his ego. All the halfs were pretty cool, though, and they didn’t treat me like people did at my Covenant. Somehow—and I totally blame Seth—they’d found out I’d already made some kills, which upped my cool factor into uncharted territory. We had students and Instructors watching us try to tear each other’s heads off.
This, in a way, was what we really wanted to do.
It seemed the only time we didn’t fight was when we slept. There hadn’t been another repeat of the night I’d used Seth as a pillow, and I think that ticked him off.
I strolled across the mats, catching that tail end of what Seth was saying to the pretty little half with eons of red hair and a chest that made me feel like I wore a training bra.
“Maybe after practice I’ll show you my balls of—”
I chucked the water bottle at the back of Seth’s head. He spun around and caught it before it connected. Gasping, the girl stepped back and stared at me. I had a feeling that if I were anyone else, she’d pull my hair out.
“Not nice.” Seth threw the bottle to the floor.
“Five minutes are up.” I bounced back a few steps, grinning.
Cross, a half-blood who’d become a regular at the door, elbowed his friend. “Hundred dollars they end up in a fight to the death by week’s end.”
“Who’d you think would win?” Will, another now familiar face, grinned.
“I’d put my bets on that one.” Cross jerked his head at me.
I tossed my head back, smiling at Seth. “Me,” I mouthed.
Seth looked bored.
Boobs stopped twirling her hair for five seconds. “Oh no, I’d say the First would come out on top.”
My smile faded, and I decided to ignore them. I turned to Seth. “Ready, sweetheart?”
He moved to stand in front of me, his back to his—our—groupies. “I’m always ready for you, cuddle bunny.”
My hand slipped past his block, slamming hard into his solar plexus. He staggered backward, grunting. “Moving a little slow there, Apollyon?”
Not to be outdone with the growing fan base by the door to witness, he tapped into the elements. Jerk-face, I thought. The first gust of wind missed me only by an inch, but the second was so far off that I stopped to laugh. The third punched me square in the chest. I hit the mats hard but rolled to my feet before he could pin me down. We went at it until we broke for lunch. Seth liked eating with the students. It provided more chances for his head to grow bigger.
Cross and Will invited us to a party they were throwing Saturday night. “It’d be awesome if you guys could come,” said Cross. “The pures will be doing their own thing, so no one will be checking on us.”