The days went by quickly, blurring into a routine of waking up, eating, training, and spending time with Mira.
Both she and I had gotten quite close since our intimate encounter, though that time wasn't our last.
Another person I had gotten friendly with was Nott. At first, I thought she was a proud brute warrior, mainly because she beat the crap out of me in each and every spar. However, the more I knew her, the more I saw that was far from the case.
She was a brute, don't get me wrong, but a cheerful, strangely warm brute.
"What are you thinking about, pretty boy?"
Nott was at my side as we marched with the slow-moving caravan of soldiers heading toward a dungeon.
She suddenly closed the distance between us, standing behind me and dragging me back so I would fall onto her soft mounds.
"Why aren't you answering me?"
I tilted my head toward the smirking Nott. "Nothing. I was just thinking how brain dead you are."
