Poisons. That’s what Pelor had said during their first Test. He was trained in poisons.
She glanced at him sidelong. He stood to her right.
Look to your right. You’ll find the answers there.
A chill went down her spine. Elena had been telling the truth.
Pelor stared at the clock, watching it count down the seconds until the Test was over. But why help her?
She moved the water glass to the end of the line, and put the wine glass first.
Because aside from her, Cain’s favorite Champion to torment was Pelor. And because when she’d been in Rieo, the allies she’d made hadn’t been the darlings of the overseers, but the ones the overseers had hated most. The outsiders looked out for each other. None of the other Champions had bothered to pay attention to Pelor—even Brullo, it seemed, had for
