I stared at Aurora's text.
The words sat there on my screen. Innocent. Casual.
You free after classes?
This was a trap.
Not the "she's trying to kill me" kind of trap. The "she's interested and I'm already drowning in romantic disasters" kind. Aurora was Silver-tier. Ranked twenty-three. Second year with actual combat experience and an ability that could make me taste colors or see sounds if she wanted.
And she was hot.
Like objectively, scientifically, unfairly hot.
Orange hair that caught light like fire. Green eyes that read people like books. That beauty mark above her lip. The way she moved like every step was choreographed to mess with your head.
But.
But.
Naomi wasn't talking to me. Belle wanted to stab me with her crossbow. And I had exactly six days and change before my lifespan ran out again.
Adding Aurora to this disaster would be like pouring gasoline on a dumpster fire.
I typed back.
Me: nah I'm busy saving the world
Aurora: shame
