Morg: Hi! Like we said, chapters will probably be every two weeks, so we arent that far off (kind of), and let me answer a question. To wholetthedosgout: Yes, it is just the characters from TOG and not the situations they are in. (i.e. Aelin is not an assassin, there is no magic, Dorian's father is not an asshole.) And on that lovely note… Enjoy!

Courier: Hey everyone! We are back and yes, the story has been collecting dust and lots of it! Both Morg and I are busy people and aren't always able to write. My newest story will have a second chapter hopefully soon, but I'm going to work on one of my other stories. Thanks to everyone who still views my story, thank you so much and hang in there for another chapter. Thank you and enjoy!

Aelin:

I shut the book, putting it down and just staring ahead in disbelief at what I had just read. What I had just finished. Sarah J. Maas was an absolute Queen. Rowan, Chaol, and I had technically agreed to finish the book a week from now, but I had picked it up and been unable to stop. And now I had finished. Ugh! I wanted the boys to finish the book too so I could rant about it! That ending! And Rhysand! Ugh!

Chaol and Rowan had told me on Friday to hold off on reading so they could catch up with me, begging to give them the weekend to catch up to me.

I had laughed in their faces and then struted away to read some more. Wait for them. Ha! I had been waiting for a good opportunity to read this book for a year! Wait my ass.

After I had finished the book, trying not to find a copy of the next book, I picked up my phone and began to text Rowan and Chaol.

Aelin: Just finished ACOTAR! So good!

Rowan: You're joking.

Chaol: School has been out for an hour.

Aelin: Your point? I read all throughout school too.

Rowan: All you've done is punish yourself. Now you have to wait for the next few days to read the second one.

I stared at the phone screen. Damn that Whitethorn. He was right. I had to wait now, otherwise the teacher would fail me for going ahead of my group.

Aelin: ...But… but Rhysand. I have to wait to find out more about Feysand?!

Rowan: Who is Rhysand? And what is a Feysand?

Chaol: Are you speaking english?

Aelin: Have you even read the book at all?

Chaol: In fact, I have and if I'm saying it right, I'm more of a Feylin kind of guy.

Aelin: Nope. Just nope. Never.

Chaol: But Rhysand drugs her! And he's evil! He literally beheaded someone as a message.

Aelin: So? He's hot. And he's layered!

Rowan: No spoilers!

I sighed, and realized that once again Rowan was right. I couldn't spoil the book anymore, even if Chaol still thinking Tamlin wasn't a tool killed my fangirl soul.

I shut the phone down, turning instead to the calculus homework that waited for me at my desk. Glaring at the papers, I picked up a pencil and began working, wishing that my math teacher would catch the flu.

About halfway through my calculus homework, I noticed beeping again, probably Rowan and Chaol bickering about Feylin. I had hesitated on picking up because I was still doing my homework sadly. Grabbing my phone and placing inside my desk, I went back to doing my work. Right as began to get back in my mojo, my desk shook, startling me. Forgot to turn the vibration off.

I opened up Messages, meaning to only put the conversation on silent, but happened to see that the text wasn't in our project group chat. My phone had been vibrating because Aedion was text bombing me.

Aedion: Aelin!

Aedion: Aelin!

Aedion: Answer my texts!

Aedion: Come over to my house! It's important!

I sighed again, pretending to be sad to have to stop my homework, but really just glad that I had an excuse to get away.

Getting into my car and heading over to Aeidon's house, it must've not been super urgent, he did text me. Knocking on his door, he ran downstairs and opened up to see me.

"Good! You're here. You'll never believe it!" He said, ushering me inside and up to his room, where both Dorian and Lysandra already were.

"What?" I asked, super confused at why I had been summoned to my cousin's house.

"We're getting new kids." The words took a moment to register. Getting one new kid had been unusual, and that had been Rowan. But more than one in a year, it was unheard of. And Aedion had said kids. As in plural. As in more than one.

"Bullshit."

'Exactly what I had thought when Dorian first told me."

"How do you even know if we are getting more than one? It could be false." I had asked, thinking it was bullshit like I said.

"Nope. I saw them at the front office when I was going there to drop off papers after school," Dorian said. "There's five of them. All guys. All foster siblings," he said, and my jaw dropped. Five. Six new kids in a year. Impossible. And yet… it was happening. "They were super hot too," he said, and I rolled my eyes. Of course Dorian would think that was an important detail.

"What are they like?"

"Not really sure, they didn't seem bad. One was a little dark though. But they also didn't really talk much."

"So a bunch of...?"

"Still not entirely sure. Jocks maybe, that's what I think." Hopefully they were just athletes, not assletes.

"Okay. Wow. This was important. Maybe not as important as my math homework, but important nonetheless," I said, trying to wrap my head around the idea of getting five new kids.

It was completely crazy.

Morg: Yes, it has been a month. Yes, we meant to update a while ago. Sorry about that, but school is keeping us really busy. Hopefully the next update will not take as long to get up, but it might! Thanks for reading! Till next time! Bye!
Courier: Sorry for taking sooooooo very long. Thanks for reading and toodles!