••{EROS'S POV}••
I didn't want to come.
That much I knew the moment Aricel appeared at the entrance of my tent with that easy grin of his and told me they were heading to his tent to drink.
His companions were already gathered behind him — laughing about something, already halfway into their cups by the smell of it.
I didn't want to go.
But refusing Aricel in front of his companions is its own kind of performance and I didn't have the energy for it tonight. So I agreed.
And now I'm sitting at a table inside his tent wishing I hadn't.
There are seven of us in total.
Aricel sits at the head of the table because of course he does. To his left are our cousins, Rhaylen and Vaylor. Rhaylen is twenty years old and has never once in his life said anything useful. Vaylor is nineteen And mostly exists to agree with whatever Aricel says.
