~Bethany~
“Bethany Metrov,” she calls in a voice full of spit.
“Yeah?”
She winks at me. “I was clearly wrong about you. You might be from the trenches and a nobody, but you've got some heavy balls. I hear you disjointed most of Mikah’s bones during your class training, embarrassing her in front of the new Nobles.”
Is that what this is about? I suppose I should have anticipated Mikah’s friends getting pissed off. I’m sure Tamara is just another Noble who would like to see me dead.
She’s probably approaching me like this to get a better read on me, trying to study me up close to decide a good way of killing me off later.
Good luck with that.
“Yes, I did. Do you have a problem with that?” I ask.
“Hell, no,” she says, surprising me. “I respect the hell out of that. Any proselyte who ca
