“I don’t know what the Games are because nobody tells me!” I growl, smacking Jackson hard on the arm as I bare my teeth at him, pissed that apparently everyone knows what these ‘Games’ are except for me.
“You have a handbook in your room, Ariel,” Jackson says, laughing at me, completely ignoring my smack which he probably barely felt. “Two of them, I think. You’re allowed to read them – they contain all of this information.”
“I have enough reading to do on my own,” I say, waving a hand at him as I quickly pack away my gun. “I rely on you boys to keep me otherwise informed.” I say the latter in a very bored, spoiled sort of way, and I can feel his grin down the bond even if I’m concentrating on zipping up my gun bag.
“Well, then let me perform my singular function as your walking, talkin
