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Bard
Bard popped one of Viktor’s seeds into his mouth. They tasted bitter, like fenugreek, a spice his cousin used to use in all her food. It was never his favorite. He’d always liked sweets better.
Slow breathing surrounded him, lulling heaviness into his limbs. But he could sleep in the morning. Now he had to defend Jori. Of course, being awake at night and asleep in the day like a barn cat reinforced that he was an outsider. He was already Tanyu—too soft for the Academy, too Tanyuin for his family. At least here his differences could help someone.
Jori slept recklessly. A small smile dimpled Bard’s cheek as he looked at him. The Kepron’s mouth was wide open, wavy hair falling back from his forehead. Never careful. If he was going to survive Belik, he’d have to learn some caution.
