Thalina barely managed to sit up before she found herself sandwiched between the two massive males.
Tharion had stopped laughing, Zorath's scowl had deepened, and both of them were staring at her like she was a fragile little thing that had just shattered into pieces.
"You okay?" Zorath's sharp golden eyes scanned her face like he expected her to burst into flames next.
Thalina rolled her shoulders. "I mean… my dignity's dead, but other than that, I think I'm fine."
Tharion tilted his head. "You sure? You did hit the ground pretty hard."
Thalina frowned. "I fell on a mattress."
"A ruined mattress," Zorath muttered.
Tharion smirked. "It's still a mattress."
Zorath's glare darkened, but before he could snap, Tharion suddenly straightened. His expression turned smug as he nudged Zorath's side.
"Actually, brother, correction. We are not going to the Capitol." He placed a heavy hand on his own chest. "I am."
Zorath's eye twitched. "What?"
