Page 75 of The Mentor
“Did you pick out your clothes yourself?” Hunter asked with a skeptical frown.
“Do you make a lot of money?” William inquired.
Luckily the band members were amused by their questions and after answering they had a few for the Nboys themselves.
“What kind of music do you like?”
“Is it true most men never get to see a woman in their lifetime?”
“Are you angry that you were sent to the Northlands when you were only three?”
Plato answered the last question with a snort. “Of course we’re not angry, why would we be? We were the lucky ones who get to live as free men.”
“But you just said that most men never get to see a woman in their lifetime,” José argued. “That seems like an awful big price to pay.”
“Maybe, but at least we’re not cowering to women,” Nero pointed out. “We are the proud descendants of the heroes who defied the women.”
“But weren’t your so-called heroes brutes who mistreated women?” Peter asked with amusement in his eyes.
Archer crossed his arms and took over. “Our forefathers weren’t a homogeneous group of people. Some of them were religious men of strong principles while others were bikers, drifters, and criminals. One thing they did have in common was a strong male pride and an unwillingness to let themselves be ruled by women.”
“Thank you for the history lesson,” Peter joked and batted his long eyelashes at Archer. “How long are you staying in town? I would love to hear more.”
“I’m afraid we have a very busy schedule,” I said and moved closer to Archer.
Peter bowed his head, which made his long hair fall into his pretty face. “What a pity.”
“They looked like girls,” Solomon announced when we left the concert hall. “Every one of those men was smaller than me, and I’m only fourteen; I mean did you even see their bodies? They didn’t have an ounce of muscle.”
“They are very beautiful for Motlander men,” I defended my countrymen. “Not everyone finds muscles attractive.”
“Okay,” Solomon said. “So, let me ask you this, Kya, if you had to choose between one of those three girly men and one of our men, who would you choose?”
“You would have to be more specific than that, Solo. I’m sure there are great men on each side, and contrary to what you might think, attraction isn’t just about looks.”
“What if the choice was between me and one of those three?” Archer asked. He didn’t look at me or else he would’ve seen me shooting daggers with my eyes. How dared he bring this up in front of the children?
“Oh, look, there’s the hotel.” I sped up to avoid answering that question. But it only worked until Archer found me later that night. I was sharing a room with Shelly, and we had just checked up on the children and made sure they were all comfortable when a light tap on our door made me open it.
Archer stood leaning against the doorframe. “Hey, can I come in?”
“Actually, we were just going to bed. Now isn’t the best time.”
“I just have a few questions about tomorrow.”
Looking back at Shelly, I said: “You get some sleep. Archer and I will just go down to the lobby for a little while and talk.”
Of course, we didn’t. Archer had managed to get his own room and although I was still annoyed with him for putting me on the spot like that with his question, I went with him.
He had only just closed the door behind us when he fired the stupid question at me again. “So, who would you choose? Me or one of the butterfly boys?”
“What do you think?” I said with irritation.
“How would I know when you refuse to answer the question?”
“Archer, I don’t even know them.”
He backed me to the bed, kissing me like a starving man. “I want to hear you say that you would choose me,” he muttered against my neck.
