Book 6. Chapter 12: Romantic Tension
“Uh, Wrath…” I asked with a nervous chuckle, watching as Wrath scooted up closer and closer. “What are you doing?”
Father stood up, took his lunch with him and walked away without a word. As if he already had a sixth sense of what was going to happen, and found the idea of going out to watch the lake more important.
The rest of the knights took the opportunity to look in every direction except to the rocks we were sitting on. All except for Captain Sagrius who seemed immune to all the events happening and just watched dead on without comment.
“As you have seen in the recording, in order to blend in with the current deception, I will need to seduce you in a suitably dramatic manner.” To’Wrathh said, deciding scooting closer was too slow, so she stood up and quickly closed the gap between us, one hand reaching out for my cheek. “Do not resist.”
This is a bit right? Wrath just having a laugh at my expense, some light ribbing. She certainly looked completely serious about this. “And uhh, what exactly do you mean by seduce?”
She frowned, her own hand going to her hip in contemplation. “Is my shell insufficient for the task of general seduction?”
“No? I mean, absolutely no, uhh, I definitely wouldn’t put it like that. You look pretty girl - pretty good - good, I mean you look pretty good.” My voice was getting higher pitched with each word, hand smoothing my hair back in a nervous tick.
Look, Wrath was literally built by a narcissistic machine goddess who was in turn running on sheer megalo-drama as her core operating system. Partly the reason humanity hasn’t been ruthless stamped out despite the ridiculous advantage Relinquished had over the world.
So a Feather looked exactly how a demi-god machine built to mock mankind should look like. Which was beyond reason stunning.