SAGE POV.
I sat at the library with open books and a half finished pot of ink on the long wooden table. I dipped my quill and pressed it to the parchment again, tracing each word of the combat manual Roman had tossed at me carelessly.
“In larger print,” he had said flatly. “So I don’t waste my time squinting.”
So, there I was, rewriting the entire gods-damned book in a bolder script. I was halfway through a particularly dull paragraph about grip strength when a quiet voice beside me made my hand slip.
“Is that your handwriting, or did a chicken step in ink and wander across the page?”
I turned, startled, to find Kai standing just behind me, hands clasped neatly behind his back, eyes glinting with something suspiciously close to amusement.
“You startled me,” I said, wiping the smear w
