Cursed by the Gods

Chapter 9

I dropped the cloak and hastily wrapped myself in the bedsheet concealing my identity. Aros said nothing his arms moving to help me now and then but apart from that he held me close to his chest where I could hear the soothing beating of his heart.

"All good?" He asked when I'd stopped moving. My vision was clouded by the white sheet and it was making me feel claustrophobic. I lay my head on his shoulder and breathed in through my nose out through my mouth fighting off the panic.

"Yeah I'm good"

"We need to take you to a healer"

"They won't heal me I'm a dweller" I replied already knowing it was hopeless.

"They will" he promised a hint of darkness in his tone.

"I'll be fine in a rotation or so we can still go on this crazy mission of yours. Wouldn't want to miss out on all the fun" I said.

He didn't respond, instead, he started walking back up the stairs to where his brothers were no doubt wondering what had happened to us.

"Come on, Seduction put her clumsy ass down and let's go," Coen shouted his command when we came into sight, already moving toward the Sacred Sand arena.

"She has a concussion and a sprained wrist, if she stood up the pain would overwhelm her," he said in my defense.

I could feel the rest of the brothers stop and crowd around us. "Why is she wearing a sheet?" Siret asked grabbing the top and yanking it as hard as he could, ripping it from my body. I met the shocked gazes of the Abcurse brothers and I groaned loudly.

"I knew I shouldn't have used a sheet," I said pushing against Aros' chest indicating that I wanted down. His arms only tightened.

"Speedy?" Coen asked amused. "Should've known with your attitude"

I glared at him. "Well since you can't stand my attitude I'm tempted to go anyway. But I wouldn't want to annoy you high and mighty sols" I tried to roll out of Aros's arms but it didn't quite work. "Put me down mate, you're ruining my dramatic exit" I pouted.

"Let's go Speedy, you're still coming with us whether you like it or not you just became a whole lot more interesting"

Coen was striding ahead of the rest, appearing almost a speck from my vantage point as the straggling, weak-assed dweller. Rome was right behind him, followed by Aros—who had caught up to the others without a problem, Yael was next, and then Siret. I laughed, almost causing myself to trip again because laughing with a massive headache hurt. After I had stubbornly ordered to be put down saying that I could walk. But it was funny. They were lined up in order of their dorm numbers, from one to five.

Pain-Master Coen was number one, Crusher Rome was number two, Golden Aros was number three, Hypnotic Yael was number four, and Evil Siret was number five. That was one way to differentiate between them.

"What are you laughing at?" Siret slowed until he was beside me, that mixture of curiosity and annoyance back in his eyes.

"Nothing, Five," I replied on another pant-laugh. I almost tripped again. Talking, running, and laughing was even less advisable.

"Five?" Yael called over his shoulder. "What the hell is she talking about?"

"Nothing, Four!" I yell-panted. I tripped and grabbed onto the closest thing to me, whoops... sorry Siret. He managed to stop us both from going tumbling and held me upright with my feet barely touching the ground.

"She's ranking us?" Aros stopped running altogether, turning to face us with an incredulous expression.

Yael also stopped, but the others continued, too far ahead to realize what was happening.