Leonidas POV
I am pissed off. Actually, I am livid. I don't care what my mother said to Alora in a dream; she should have told me she had the baetyl. But for now, I will choke down my anger. I can't risk pushing her away more than I already have.
"It is lunch time," I tell her. "Would you join me?"
Alora looks at Bruno. He is still crumpled on the floor. I don't have to ask what happened. I know Evanora's handiwork when I see it.
"What about Bruno?" She asks timidly.
She holds concern for him and it makes me jealous, but only slightly. There is a reason I chose Bruno as her guard. She is not his type, and therefore, he is harmless.
"He will recover in time," I respond, trying to drag her to the library door.
"Are you certain?" She whispers.
"Very," I say stepping
