Page 163 of Hunt Me

After that, it’s a chaos of voices for a moment as everyone is introduced to one another.

“You must be Corvin,” I say, offering my hand to the male standing beside Styx. “I’m Tori. Nice to see you again.”

“Ah, yes, the poisoner,” he says, but he shakes my hand with a knowing grin.

“That’s me. Retired, thankfully. Nice paintball skills, by the way.”

He grins as Legion claps him on the back. “Speaking of which, I owe you a victory drink. And then Klyn owes us all a round for losing.”

The bartender slides full drinks down the bar toward us.

“First round’s on me,” the male beside Reagan announces.

He meets my eyes, and my stomach flutters with nerves again.

“You must be Tori,” he says, shaking my hand.

“And you’re King Caius. It’s an honor to meet you, Your Highness.”

“Whoa,” Legion says, stepping up beside us. “It’s just Caius. We don’t want him getting a bigger ego than he already has.”

Caius grins and punches Legion in the shoulder.

“Too late,” Styx chimes in.

Reagan laughs, and I feel my nerves lessen at the casual friendship between them all.

“He’s right,” Caius tells me. “You can call me Caius. All my friends do.”

“Thanks,” I tell him, feeling a wave of gratitude and happiness.

“Chaya, nice to see you,” Caius says. “And you must be Tori’s sister, the Seer.”

“Kendall.” My sister grips Caius’ hand with confidence that impresses me. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

“Call me Caius,” he tells her. “Legion speaks highly of your talents. I’d be interested in hearing more.”

“Sure, what do you want to know?”

Kendall and Caius step away from the rest of us, locked in conversation.

Legion catches my eye, winking at me as Styx hands out drinks to everyone.

“Here,” she says, giving Legion a glass with liquid slightly darker than the rest of ours. She holds her matching drink up to his, and they clink glasses.

“Is this…?” He sniffs it carefully.

“No point in drinking anything less at this point,” she tells him.

Legion glances at me questioningly. “Is hers?—?”

“Are you insane?” she fires back at him. “It took us five thousand years to build up a tolerance to this insanity.” She clinks her glass with mine in a toast, telling me, “But hey, you can always catch up.”

She grins at me and downs her glass, turning back to the bar and calling for another. I look over in time to see Legion gulp half of his own drink then wince.

“What is it?” I ask him.

“Magic infusion. Hell of a kick to it.” He empties the rest of the glass.

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