I stared at the dark stone ceiling of the alcove, the soft moss mattress still warm under my back.
The roar of the waterfall outside was constant, almost soothing now.
'Yeah… actually, everything happened because he took my girlfriend.' I blinked. 'Or was it actually Elara's fault for being a slut?'
The thought sat heavy in my chest.
I turned my head slowly and looked sideways across the dim grotto.
Rex was lying on his back in his own alcove, one arm tucked under his head, chest rising and falling in that deep, steady rhythm of someone who could sleep through a war.
The spear leaned against the wall near his feet. He looked completely unbothered. As always.
I watched him for a long moment.
'Yeah… it was Elara's fault. I was handsome when I was a guy too. Great body. Nice face. Good hair. People used to look at me.' I slap my cheek sofly. 'And… okay, yes, I had a small dick. Two inches on a good day. But still. I wasn't ugly. I wasn't boring. I had money. I had status.'
