Aella said as Scout limped back to her blankets. “I see why Iros is so fascinated by you.”Scout grabbed the edge of her blanket nest and dragged it across the floor to Aella’s cage. She laughed softly. “Iros isn’t fascinated by me. Iros is grateful for help fighting his brother. I daresay he’s more fascinated by Trey’s football.”Aella’s perfect face wrinkled in confusion. “What is a football? Who is Trey?”Scout settled in the blankets, wrapping them around her like Lil Bit’s pet hamster used to do with his little cotton bed. “Trey is my—” She swallowed. “He is my friend. Sort of. He’s Torz’s rider now.” He sort of hates me. She looked curiously up at Aella. “How do you know me but not Trey?”Aella shook her head. “Ariston did not mention Trey. Only you. And Iros.” The way Aella said their names together implied that she and Iros had a thing. They did not have a thing, no matter how hot Iros was. Scout’s heart could only ever belong to Trey.“Iros keeps your body in his hut,”
