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Cyra watched the scientist, daring him to have a witty response to that. She bet he had none. Checkmate.

Nahi frowned. Shara was actually… pretty easy to talk to when she wasn’t flirting, as wrong as that statement was. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with you. It’s that…” They ...

“You’re wondering what kind of blood I have? I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He snorted. “It’s fucking magma.”

Nahi sighed. “Look. You just met me. You don’t know anything about me. It’s best that you hope that you’re not my roommate and you don’t associate with me.”

“Is that acid?” Cyra snorted. “It won’t work. Besides, you don’t want it to work.”

“Well, they’re honest about why.” They shrugged. “They think I’m a freak.”

Nahi shrugged. “Read the posts. You’ll see.”

Calida huffed. “It doesn’t make it yours!”

“Then you don’t know me.” Nahi cringed. “Or the Instagram dedicated to… mocking me.”

“So you stole tea from someone else, you scoundrel?”

Nahi shrugged. “You’re… from Camp Halfblood, huh? You’re Greek.”

“And maniac switches out someone’s drink in a deliberate attempt to knock them out?” Calida scoffed. “And I highly doubt it was just tea. You probably put melatonin or sleeping ...

“Why do you want to room with me, then? Because I’ll just… I’ll get you made fun of. A lot.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to steal your ride.” Calida huffed. “Unless you would prefer a stretcher. See how you like it when someone drugs you .”

Nahi shook their head. “You… you wouldn’t want that. I’m not… I don’t… I’m not liked. Or respected.”