At this point, captain Orrell had known her for all of ten minutes and was already looking to be on the brink of a nervous breakdown, so Selissa let him deal with that and turned her attention elsewhere.
“Right, I forgot I was working with the good guys for once.” Selissa sighed and rubbed two fingers against her forehead. “Just don’t blame me if there actually is a curse and we run straight into it. I refuse to be held responsible for your martyr tendencies.”
“Look who’s talking,” Darius said sarcastically. “Remind me again, what exactly are you getting out of this, except for a clear conscience?”
He might have saved her life, but Selissa was beginning to think she didn’t really like Darius at all. At times like these, he was too much like her and she never really get along with herself to begin with.
Rowan really did roll her eyes. “I heard about your arrest in Var’nori. The mages probably have a file on you.”
“That’s reassuring. They can swap notes with the bounty hunters,” Selissa said.
“Just one thing,” Selissa said, watching the magister closely. “Are you going to help me kill this thing?”
The mage ran a hand through his hair and released a long-suffering sigh. “We might as well go get ourselves killed. I didn’t have anything else planned this week anyway.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she said, the venom lacing her words clashing with the pleasant smile she offered Vael before turning on her heels and walking away. Her yearning for physical training had been replaced by a strong desire to set Vael’s hair on fire and she wasn’t entirely sure Taelan would appreciate her burning down his subordinates.
To Selissa’s great relief, Vael took the hint that the conversation was over and didn’t follow her. Yet a small part of her felt a tiny bit disappointed that she didn’t give her an excuse to fling a ball of magical fire after her. A very small part of her, of course.