Page 82 of Dark Rover's Luck

"A what?" Drova's eyes narrowed.

"It's just a difference in how your brain processes written information," Arezoo clarified quickly. "It's actually quite common, even among brilliant people. Some of the most successful humans in history had similar challenges."

"Kra-ell don't have learning disabilities." A defensive edge crept into Drova's voice. "We're just genetically more suitable for warfare."

Arezoo realized that she'd inadvertently offended her. "Different species might have different learning styles. Vrog is one of your people, and he's an educator. Hasn't he mentioned anything about alternative approaches that might work better for you?"

Drova shrugged. "He gave me the standard stuff every kid here needs to know to pass the equivalency test."

Perhaps Vrog wasn't aware of learning disabilities?

"I met Vrog when he came to our house to design a curriculum for me and my sisters." Arezoo took a small sip of water to wet her throat. "He mentioned that he used to run a school for exceptional students, but he didn't actually have a background in education. He was in technology before opening the school. He might not recognize different learning needs."

"It doesn't matter," Drova said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Being a Guardian is what I was born to do. I'm a fighter, and with my rare compulsion ability, I'm an asset to the Force. I don't need to be good at math or history."

"If you ever change your mind, I'd be happy to help you. There are techniques that might make it easier for you to absorb information."

Drova looked at her with a frown. "Why? What's in it for you?"

"That's what I was studying to do—help people learn in ways that work for them. I enjoy doing that as much as you enjoy training to be a guardian. Besides, I could use a friend in the village."

Drova took a sip of her drink, making a slurping sound that was kind of gross. "I'm not sure I'd make a good friend for you. I don't socialize much outside the Kra-ell community."

"Why not?" Arezoo asked.

"There are only a few young immortals and humans in the village, and they are too young for me. I also have a history with them that is not a good one."

"What do you mean?"

"I was stupid," Drova admitted. "When my compulsion ability first started to emerge, I thought I was invincible. I compelled the kids to steal things for me and to sabotage equipment. I thought I was being a big-time rebel, that I would lead the Kra-ell to leave the village and live independently." She shook her head. "I'm grateful to Kian for going easy on me when it was discovered."

Arezoo was surprised by such blunt honesty. Most people would have glossed over their past mistakes or made excuses. "That's remarkably forthright of you to admit."

"I take responsibility for my actions," Drova said with a shrug. "If I don't try to hide it, no one can throw it in my face."

"That's smart," Arezoo said. "I respect that, and I think you're incredibly brave. Not just because of your honesty, but because you took part in the rescue mission that got me, my sisters, and my cousin out. I envy you for being such a fierce warrior."

Something shifted in Drova's expression—pride breaking through her stoic exterior. "It's just a job. Kra-ell become fighters at a young age. That's what we're born to do."

"Still, it's admirable," Arezoo insisted. "I'd like to find my own purpose here. I need a job, actually. I don't want to rely entirely on the clan's generosity."

"What kind of job are you looking for?" Drova asked.

Arezoo glanced at the woman behind the counter. "I was told that working in the café is a good idea. That and babysitting."

"Wonder is always looking for help," Drova said. "Do you want me to ask her for you?" She was already on her feet.

"It would be great if you could introduce me." Arezoo stood as well and followed Drova to the counter.

"What can I do for you, ladies?" the beautiful, dark-haired woman asked.

"Wonder, this is Arezoo," Drova said. "She's looking for a part-time job, and I know that you are always looking for help."

Wonder turned her kind gaze to Arezoo. "Any experience serving coffee?"

"No," Arezoo admitted. "But I'm a quick learner, and I'm willing to work hard."

Wonder smiled. "You can start tomorrow, and we'll see how it goes. Be here at seven in the morning."

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