“Pft! I’m sure you were smart. Faram, you’re a white mage. You have to study and read, pass tests and whatnot. They say people who decline their intelligence are smarter than they think. Or at least, so I’ve heard.” But fifteen year olds can be a little dumb. The thought of Sky was brief, choosing to brush him aside. She was sitting across a gorgeous man, there was no way she was going to let thoughts of her ungrateful mentee sour her night. “Yeah,” she added more to her dream. “Next to a cozy fireplace, with rain in the background—now tell me that doesn’t sound amazing?”
At his question, she looked up at the ceiling as if how she would phrase this was scrawled up there somewhere. “Ah,” she thought for a minute. “I guess you can call it security. I have a,” she paused again, “very particular skill set. I make sure people’s shipments come in and if they don’t, I’m the person they send out to find them.” She could have ended there. She could have completely skipped over the next part, but something in her wanted Darius to know her. Not just the white lies she had been laying out for him. “My parents died when I was little and Leila took me in. She was a prostitute at the Sapphire House, but she didn’t want for me to be forced into a life like that. I learned how fight and protect myself. That’s really where it started. I was something like security there—roughing up rude clients and keeping order.”
There was no tinge of sadness as she spoke, just sincerity in her words. But now the attention was back on Darius as her devious little eyes thought up of something to ask of him. “What is your favorite memory?”