Cursed by the Gods

Chapter 5

I dropped the invisibility and gazed at the room number.

Room 2: Rome Abcurse.

I pulled the rest of the way out of the room and moved to Room Number 3.

Aros Abcurse.

With a feral-sounding growl catching in the back of my throat, I glanced at the other two rooms that I had already cleaned.

Yael Abcurse and Siret Abcurse.

I didn't even bother looking at Room Number 1. I knew what it would say. My luck was just that bad.

Coen Abcurse. A.k.a., Pain Master of Blesswood. The guy with the crossbow. And I had just had the opportunity to sabotage and I didn't even know it.

"Motherf—" I paused, my tantrum on the verge of spilling out, when a dweller pushed out of Room Number 8, his cart pulled behind him.

He blinked at me, his mouth falling open, and I recognized Atti.

"You're a recruit!" he accused, his voice a hiss as he moved closer.

"You're a boy!" I returned, a dose of horror shot into my tone, my finger raised in a point. "What are you doing in the girl's area?"

He had a moment. He totally had a moment. I could see it all over his face—before he realized that he'd just finished cleaning the rooms that he always cleaned, and then confusion descended.

"What are you doing in the male dorm?"

"Exploring my sexuality." I leaned against the cart, propping my elbow, wiping my expression into something neutral. "How am I doing?"

"I can see your nipples. Your shirt's wet."

My elbow slipped, and I almost toppled over, but my chin caught me against the edge of the cart. "I knew the boobs would be a problem Willa was totally right, I should listen to her more often," I groused, rubbing the pain out of my jaw. "she knew it. she tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen to her."

"Who?"

"Willa. Remember? Clumsy Willa?"

"Oh yeah, the girl who got assigned to the kitchens and moved to the resident's area because she was causing trouble last night."

"Wait what?! That's awesome I thought I got her kicked out" I looked down again and saw two beaded peaks poking out of my white wet t-shirt "Do you have a shirt I can borrow? Maybe a cap? Maybe some pants? And a fake moustache?"

He laughed, glancing down the hall before looking back to me. "You seriously got assigned to their dorms?"

"Yeah, the leader of our village gave me a boy's name on the form. Think they'll reassign me?"

"Probably." He stroked his chin, trying to hide his growing smile. "With those five, you can expect a reassignment at some stage."

"Like when, exactly?"

"When they're done playing with you, given that you're still alive. I'm in room 17, in the dweller residence. Come and find me once you're done. I'll lend you some clothes."

"Thanks, Atti. I'll put in a good word for you with the big boys," I promised, jerking a finger over my shoulder to the doors behind me.

His smile stretched, taking over his whole face. "Try not to get yourself sacrificed," he warned, pushing his cart away.

Too late.

After I finished the Abcurse rooms, rushing through the last two like my life depended on it—which it almost definitely did—I found myself sneaking into the dweller residence with Atti. Anyone who caught us would think we were going away to do the naughty but they would be in for a hell of a surprise when they walked in and found that instead of taking off the clothes Atti was giving me more.