Twist
The rain hasn’t stopped, only slowed to a drizzle. I heft Damien by his shoulders, dragging his back through the mud. His soaked uniform slips through my hands, for the tenth time. Gritting my teeth, I surge a little magic through the tips of my fingers, drying the heavy fabric enough that I can get a decent grip. He hangs his head back, grins up at me.
“Heavier than I look?” he asks, smirking.
I hiss.
Today’s torture consists of running through our usual outdoor obstacle course, except this time we’re paired off with our roommates, and we have to take turns carrying one another through as if it were a rescue. Which is ridiculous, because if this were really a rescue, I would have killed everyone, Waned Damien to safety, magicked his injuries, and then bitten him. For bothering m
