"Okay, so you think Sabre is trying to get my attention by starving himself?"
 "Yes," he answered. 
"Sabre has always been comfortable with himself, Andon. He knows he's good-looking and he knows how to get what he wants from women. He wouldn't starve himself to get my attention. He wouldn't sink that low." 
"You seem so sure you know him," Andon stated with a dark tone. 
"I know why he was in Rayler now, but he was always around, Andon. He tormented me and I hated him. I probably had an obsession with trying to get back at him, that in turn led me to long hours just creeping around trying to find a way to make him look like a fool." 
I stopped talking because I realized how strange my relationship with Sabre throughout the years really was. I'd never made mention of it and rarely ever remembered my long hours as an early teenager sneaking around, trying to catch him doing something heinous. Andon suddenly looked thoughtful and I wasn't sure why. 
"I have an idea," he said, "But I'll explain it after we've left the building." 
"Okaayy," I said in a sarcastic tone, "I can only imagine what this idea is going to be." He gave me a quick grin.
"Hurry up and finish your dinner." I did as I was told and followed him from the cafeteria. He led me to Storms lab, where my bow was waiting. However, to my ire, Priam was there too. His eyes locked on my form as soon as I was within sight. Storm was nowhere to be seen, which worried me a little.
"Nice to see you both looking so lively," Priam stated.
"What do you want?" I asked, "Give us a week to train, yet sit here and prevent us from doing just that." Priam gave a wry laugh.
"Every time you open your mouth I hear your mother talking."
"Does it bother you?" I asked in a falsetto. 
"Alloy," Andon interceded and pushed me back behind him before addressing Priam "What do you want?" Priam gave him a wicked grin. 
"To stab her over and over again," he stated.
"Besides that. You kind of need her alive right now don't you?" Andon asked in a frank manner. Priam lost the grin and eyed me over Andon's shoulder.
"I just wanted to make sure you both knew the consequences if you both should mess up in any manner."
"What do you mean mess up?" I asked, "Like scuff up our shoes...Andon accidentally punches me in the eye...what?" Priam's eyes narrowed, looking flat black in the light. 
"Like you think you're going to escape on me or Andon feels the need to put his hands on you in any manner that he shouldn't." I stood there trying to hold my tongue, because I wanted Priam to go away, however, I also wanted to make sure that Priam knew he did not own me. 
"Well according to earlier today, I thought you were already sure he did that?"
"Alloy—," Andon muttered, but I kept going.
"And you only seem to direct it at him, that he's putting his hands on me. What happens if I'm putting my hands on him? Because I know you're only saying it to bother Andon. If you're as smart as you think you are then you'd know he wouldn't touch me inappropriately without my permission if he even dared to think about it at all. And, just to make things clear Priam, just so you don't get the wrong idea about me, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. If I were paralyzed, I would make miracles happen and get up and walk before I got anywhere near you—," Andon turned and clamped a hand over my mouth. Priam was standing there with a vein pulsing in his forehead. Andon was barely breathing. Nothing happened for a moment, so I gave Priam a little wave and then flipped him off.